oh ana
i love the way you paint bruises all over my body
what a romantic gesture to always remind me
that you're here.
ana i love the way you pull me to the floor
the way you swarm me with darkness
and the way you take my breath away
you make me weak in the knees
literally.
sweet ana
i love the way you reassure me
that this won't last forever
because what's beauty
without a little pain
-
a poem about being brainwashed by anorexia
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poesii'm sorry if you thought this book would be fiction and there would be a huge plot with unrealistic characters and happy endings it's just a few poems about my feelings about me (in the works, a constant story as long as i keep writing poems)
