Anorexia Nervosa
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The dwindling down of supper.
Lead me to believe malnutrition was the cause.
I drank more water.
Forgot my pills.
Consumed myself with my work.
Anna
“You can’t have sex wearing a wig” she said
That line could’ve made me laugh
If she wasn’t clutching the sides of her head
Wondering what choice did she have.
This isn't something you ask for,
This wasn't something I chose
For the monster that tricked me,
Was as alluring as a rose.
I didn't realize my portions,
Began to drastically shrink,
The fall of eighth grade the leaves
changed their glorious colors
and I was diagnosed with overwhelming loneliness.
(poems go here) The fall of eighth grade the leaves
changed their glorious colors
and I was diagnosed with overwhelming loneliness.
His hollow black eyes whisper lethal,
but he sure knows how to weave grace into a dull ribcage.
His secrets of elegance deter one from the uncertainties of existence.
Stealthily weighing, critically searching
My mere presence is riddled with flaws.
For such absurd behavior, people wonder
What is the cause?
I. On Tuesdays,she lingered in the coffeehouse.
A gossamer draped lightly from her shoulder,
slender fingers clutched a tawny mug.
Absentmindedly, she browsed the newspaper.
I glanced in her direction furtively and
