"have you always been this unhappy?" the body says.
"have you always deprived yourself of ingredients mixed to create a cocktail of flesh and blood?" the body says.
"have you always despised me so much in the mirror to the point you can't take it anymore? as you watch the glass shatter and crack and fall and break. have you always hated the mirror this much?" the body says.
"have you always cut into my flesh and break and battle the despondency that flows through our figure?" the body says.
"have you always cried into late hours of the night—watching shadows dance across your vision in an attempt to keep yourself sane?" the body says.
"have you always tossed and turned in a futile attempt to bring yourself closer to the edge of sleep?" the body says.
"why do you not understand the importance of me—i am the reason you can walk miles everyday. why do you do this to us?" the body asks.
the eyes wander and well up in great rainfalls of salty crystals that fall with heavy drops.
"why do you weep?" the body asks.
"because i do not like you." the mind whispers.
YOU ARE READING
between us ( my poems )
Poetrygiven that i don't know who you are, lets pretend for a moment we're the only people in the world. then that makes everything easier. ( or, the book where i write to cope with the thoughts in my head )
