My favourite lip colour looks a little too bright for me now,
my curves hurt because I’ve bruised them before.
In between my rib cage lies a butterfly.
I used to hate butterflies.
I thought that they were so beautiful when I felt like I wasn’t.
so that led to bad habits and overthinking thoughts of:
“uh oh I wanna be a butterfly now.”
I want the shape of it’s wings to fit my rib cage perfectly;
I want the blood and the hunger feeling to take over again.
no
yes
no.
I don’t want that again.
I was starving and hurting with so much ache in my bones,
that makes me think,
“Who the fuck would wanna put themselves through this again when we know where it leads?”
We know what’ll bleed.
We know that I wont be me anymore.
So no.
I will not let these feelings or thoughts take over again.
-A
