To starve is to become perfect- studies say
I can't help but admit I love you
when you type those forsaken words
"I was weak today, I ate a leg of chicken."
Pulling at my all too willing heartstrings, eyes blurry heart sore.
I can't help but admit I love you
when you're jealous of my eating habits
staying skinny by way of starvation
so very unwillingly
I can't help but admit I love you
in the four days we've talked
your patience and humor drawing me in
your hidden vulnerability bringing my own to the surface.
I can't help but admit I love you
as I too, cry for your pain
your words shining so true into my soul
as I recognize them in myself.
I can't help but admit I love you
when your sexuality makes you almost out of reach.
I know I love you
when you respond in kind
your mind betraying your body in the worst,
best ways.
I know I love you
as I write these final lines
crying or being emotional I despise
but if it means you eat I will do it
any time.
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5/3/14
Everything in this poem is true. Not much else to say, enjoy.
