Skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
My sullen load is full
So slow on the split…
confidence in taut collarbones
and sinews of soft flesh sticking out
from these slowly-crumbling ribs
hoping they won’t notice the excess
counting macros and scale numbers
on the package of chewing gum
i promise you, the hunger’s not real
but the ugly bulk on your arms are
and on your legs and chest and neck
so suppress it all, ignore the growing pain
and perhaps all the consumed water
will revive this withering flower
brittle hair falling like twisted snow
too tired all the time from staying pretty
a dull glow from behind skinny eyes
hoping a skinny heart will keep me alive
tears dripping off like the clothes on my back
as the mirror sneers, it’s not enough
so i’ll just suck my skin in even tighter
and chew on empty air and constant disgust
never satisfied with my toothpick limbs
until i’m certain that my body could easily splinter
if i was given a hug, by the people who like me
because i finally look the way i forced myself to be.
Now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?