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Rated: · Poetry · Experience · #1776558
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.
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