body dysmorphia (Remove filter)
My reflection through the glass just makes me walk pass,
No matter what I see it will never be worthy to me.
I can't stand the sight that makes my stomach tight,
I bite my lips and my eyes are teared up bright.
I fear that I no longer want to be here.
Why should I? When all I ever do is give up and sigh.
So please light, take me up high,
Up above the sky to a place w...
Friday 31st December 2021 1:07 am
My Body Gets In The Way
With years piling up around us
the shape we make, gets whittled more precisely
tongue and groove lock ever tighter
I want to spell it out
the way we did when we were younger
I want to paint my love across his skin
but I'm stopped
before I try
my body gets in the way...
The house swaddles us so comfy
built a nest from our shared blueprints
complimentary thought in tessellation
I want ...
Monday 11th June 2018 9:12 pm
dysmorphia
Sometimes I stand there
In front of the mirror
And my stomach grows
My thighs fatten
My chins double
As I stare at myself
I can feel the food inside me
Bloating and distending me
From inside out
I rush to clothe myself
In case they no longer fit by the time I am finished
In case my fingers become too fat
And sausage like
To do up my buttons
I feel sick at ...
Monday 6th July 2015 5:45 pm
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