She Will Be Loved (Bruno Mars)

A cold chill runs up my body, from my toes all the way up my spine. Standing in front of the long mirror, I examine what I've become in the mirror, how I've destroyed myself. What used to be flowing and cascading waves of raven hair has now fallen flat, devoid of curl or spunk.

What used to be a warm and happy glow in my cheeks and eyes has been replaced by a dull and empty black hole, where expression and emotion never existed. While anyone from the outside looking in would say my body looks great, to me, it's just a reminder of what used to be. My skin was smooth, soft, but now it's dry, never good enough. I walk my fingers up my abdomen, counting my ribs that poke out from beneath my skin like never before.

Chewing my lip, I run a hand through my hair and look over at the stacks of paperwork in the corner, calling my name. My responsibilities, overwhelming and coming in waves, call my name. The paperwork, the Tour, the Band, My career, it's all too much. I try to remember the last time I ate, the last time I felt happy, the last time I felt comfortable in my skin, the last time I slept... but I can't. And I hate myself even more for it. I wonder if this is what my mother went through... history really does repeat itself.
"You coming babe?" Bruno calls from the other room, and I jump out of my trance of self-pity. "Yes, I'm coming," I promise, pushing open the door of the bathroom. He sits on the bed, already shirtless. The crackling fire beneath the mantel casts a warm glow on his eyes and skin, and he smiles at me. I've given a piece of my Soul to him already. I've given a piece of it to Michael, to his tour, to the public, to everyone... "I know you're my busy business woman, but... let's enjoy tonight alright? I don't get to see you anymore, ever, and especially not like this," He tells me, referencing my naked body in a smooth, and seductive voice.

I nod. "You ready?" I'm ready to give away another piece of my soul to you. Before it disappears forever.