bulimia


Purgatory

It does not matter what you tell me
- purging can kill me, I know, darling

but purgatory is already

I make a silent promise,
no more,
but I can not help what passes my lips

I keep my vow
and the pounds keep piling up

--

Mia can never bear a winning bouqet,
the only way to stop this
is to end the rush hour by my vocal cords

Mia was never the answer,
Ana is.

But how do I end this romance? Caught in the middle.
Stay by my love, let her drag me down, consume me alive.

How do I leave?



Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2011-07-15 at 07:27

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Phill
perseverance, and a sense of trust you must build through the repitition of performing deeds you know to be good for you.

you have a talent for writing with power, absorb this power and use it to benefit the cause you battle daily.
2011-07-15