who taught me how to push my legs?
when did I stop eating bread?
why do I punch my stomach?
doesn't it sound a little demonic?
quietly obsessed with losing weight
I don't quit striving for my
negative space.
I'd give anything to stop myself
I just want to feel comfortable
in my own skin
and get out of this prison cell
could you lower that number?
I must feel the pain of hunger
I've done everything I could
I just can't eat all that food
YOU ARE READING
Dropped Tea {poetry}
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry of my own. spoiler alert: the cup of tea isn't half empty and it isn't half full. there is just no tea at all.
