TW: eating disorder!
i play with my words,
how i play with my food,
to distract you from ever looking down at my plate,
my body began to shake,
and i shook off one too many calories,
but that's okay,
because i was getting one step closer to my next goal,
so just limit yourself,
it's not that hard i assured myself.
but i was counting the numbers,
and i cant even do basic math,
yet my hair was beginning to shed,
like my stomach inside,
and i was so weak,
but again that's okay,
because i told you i felt sick,
and you believed me,
so i was left with yet another excuse to not eat.
then when i did,
the guilt overthrew me,
it swallowed me,
more than i ever could swallow a mouthful of my favourite food,
especially when the app on my phone,
was set to remind me i had failed,
but that only gave me more motivation,
to continue to chew and spit,
spitting out every last part of being in me.
interpretation: this poem is about someone who has/had an eating disorder, focusing on anorexia.
YOU ARE READING
forget me not.
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