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A poem written by my to my bulimia. |
The first time I heard you, as you picked me off the floor. I thought that you were everything, everything I ever asked for. You held me tightly, whispered in my ear. Things I never dared to think, What i despirately wanted to hear. So I followed what you told me, Felt the pain rush away. And for a moment, for a while the sky was no longer gray. But I thought that I was smarter, then all those before. I thought I would be done with you By the time I reached the door. You were gone for hours, but I missed the sound of your voice. so much that when you came back, It was all by my own choice. Years past by swiftly, your hold on me grew strong. I love you more then life itself, How could any of this be wrong? then two years later, As I lay on the floor, I hated you so much, But wanted you much more. When I start to resent you, When I see what you are. I trie so hard to escape, I never do get far. I try to pull away, you hold me to your side. I know I shouldnt, I know it's wrong but I need what you provide. And when you scream at me, I know its coz you care. coz When I just give in, its truely like walking on air. |