post meridiemi am no lionheart.look closely. there are small cracksalong my fragile frame. where purpleand blue blossom underneath flesh,and pink/white lines decorate hidden skin.i am far from what you see.
anorexia for beginnersStep one:everyone is prettier than you.Step two:don't you hate yourself? you're so fat.Step three:don't eat all of that, pig!Step four:you're so fat! why are you eating that?Step five:don't eat that. or that. or that.Step six:you're so hungry...Step seven:remember food? it tasted so good...Step eight:well, maybe only a small bite...?Step nine:LOOK HOW FAT YOU AREStep ten:refer back to step one.
Better OffYou call me a traitor?Well, yeah, that's true;If a "traitor" is a person who sticks up for you.You call me a whore?Well, of course you would know.I rejected your boyfriend when he asked me out, though.You call me a bitch?Well, you're no fun.Though I stayed by your side since day one.So call me your names,Give me your best shot.Bring up the past,Give me all you've got.I may do what traitors, whores, and bitches do,But let's see how much better off I would be without you.
Your green isn't my go.I get sosuffocated when youwon't let mebreathe the air I know.You ask meto follow in yourfootsteps,but my feetknow where to go.and it's not in your dustyold corners,it's not the streetsyou nevercrossed.Maybe you didn't reachyour intersection becauseyour path was alwaysLost.