I Would Never Call My Loved One This…
You stand over the garbage can
spitting up happiness and sanity
You starve yourself of joy
You need control
You can’t hear me
The sound of your insides
screaming for love fills my ears
But I’m mute
I’m full of food
of love
I fill myself with love
So I look away, hold myself tight
ignore the bones keeping you upright
I buy snacks I know you’ll sneak
and say they’re for me
I taste all the things you’ll never try
I’ll never do what you do
I’ll never leave an empty seat
at the dining room table
And if I have a daughter
a niece
a goddaughter
I’ll never
ever
tell her she’s f*t