Nov 13, 2003 20:56
Don't worry... this isn't based on anything I'm doing or anything of the sort...
Laying here, I can see myself. I'm taking up too much space. I haven't eaten all day, but I'm sickeningly full. So I'll go regurgitate the feelings. Put a shred of accomplishment across my face and give your arms a smaller waist to wrap around. Maybe you won't look at her if I can throw up my ugliness. Maybe a smaller presence of me will take up a larger place in your mind. I'm killing the blanket you say covers my beauty, but I'm killing me, but I'm living in your thoughts. Becoming perfectly petite and sexy skinny. That sweet, small shape is my largest goal. But I swear to God, with my heart and soul, I hope I vomit life before I ever reach that goal.