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i stopped eating
the day i met
you
and i never
started again.
it is strange
why i thought
being smaller
would make you
notice me.
you looked at me
sometimes
and my chest
felt light
and i walked
on air
until you would
leave me on the ground
when you were
done with my body.
you cared
enough to fill me up
but not enough
to stay.
and my mind said
maybe if my hair
was longer
my waist
smaller
my eyes
brighter
you would stay.
i wanted you to.
i needed you to.
so i counted
steps and wrappers
until there were none.
if you see me now
it is too late.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (1)
They only see us when it's too late. Such a heartbreaking poem!