what did i do
she's mad at me,
im scared.
i cry again, and she hugs me.
"this isn't your fault"
it is my fault.
if i was skinny,
she would love me more.
i should stop eating.
maybe she'll notice me then.
YOU ARE READING
my first lover, and may be my last
Poezjaa series of poems i've written about the months with my girlfriend; and the months we parted ways. i hope you enjoy and i will be adding more if i get enough time/reads TW: slight mild mention of an eating disorder pages may and august. (if you are...
