August is almost over and I have no more pretty words to spit out.
I gag myself trying to find the thrill in my watering eyes but am met with disappointment when I cant get anything to come up.
It dosent make any sense I ate so much today; too much. So I should have an abundance of matter that makes me feel as though I matter.
But the more of it I have the less I can stomach.
The more nauseous I feel at my own behavior the more I scarf down to fill the eternal pit that never seems to be full.
My mind decieves my body; telling it what it should and shouldn't look like.
My body decieves my mind; telling it what it wants and dosent deserve.
So I eat more to be full and splurge it all out again to feel alive.
I hate the look of vomit but Im in love with the lively wetness it puts into my eyes.
- A Loving Poet.
