I have an unhealthy obsession with numbers. Whether they be the ones on the scales that are burdened by my weight, or the calories of each thing I digest, or even the time spent burning fat off despite my body blazing with pain.
Though all the things I've said are to do with weight.
My obsession spreads further than that.
My bed has to contain 3 pillows, 3 blankets, 3 teddies, 3 cushions and god forbid if there's only 2 duvets.
Not a second earlier; not a second later.
When I say seven am, I mean seven am.
Anything past and I must wait until seven thirty.
If I don't make that deadline then must wait till eight. Hoping I succeed this time.
Perfection must be completed.
Flaws should be covered from the public.
Behind closed doors no one sees what a mess we truly are.
What a mess I truly am.
I ask of those who claim they love me, to be patient. I am still learning. Still making mistakes. However, I am trying.
And all I ask of you is to hold me.
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PoesíaThe things I've wrote whilst bored. Some short poetic writings. Enjoy <3
