coffee

and my coffee comforts me

like no other can

it holds me and settles me

gives company to my lonely hands.

my hands, the ones you never held,

my lips, those you never kissed.

the coffee that i drink to no end,

now touches everything you once missed.

you missed those late night conversations,

i now have with myself,

my coffee and i have been places,

i need it more than you can tell.

telling me stories i've never heard before,

my coffee does all the things you should have done,

it tells me i'm beautiful, i deserve more,

you see, my coffee and i, we are one.

it keeps me company at night,

we've been on so many adventures together,

it likes all the books i like,

my coffee makes me forget, makes me feel better.

i savor its taste on my lips, 

like i did yours,

i cherish the feel of the warm cup on my fingertips,

while you left me broken on all fours.

but i cannot stay awake for long,

unless i’ve had my coffee.

ever since you left me and did me wrong,

this caffeine is what i breathe.

the stuff of dreams, 

while i wake,

i stay alive

for my coffee’s sake.

it needs me, just as i need it,

you will never come 

and will never care even a bit,

at least my coffee makes me numb.

but my doctors say it isn’t healthy,

as if you were any better for my form,

they say i have developed issues of dependency,

but about you, i was never warned.

because, you see, my coffee, it will stay,

i know this for sure.

but you, as always, will run away,

leaving my dependency on you with no cures.

Anorexia

stares at her bright screen all night,

they've lost their way, she gives them advice.

"you have to eat, you need it"

"your body needs you to stay fit"

"do it for your mother, she loves you"

"you should eat if you love to"

she's saved many from a terrible fate,

but is filled with self-hatred

"look at my body, have i put on weight?"

"i can't have my next meal yet, i must wait"

she's beautiful, inside and out, 

but the only downside is, she's filled with doubts.

no one to tell her that she is perfect as she is,

how could she be so stupid as to not realize it.

but her thighs touch, and rub together when she walks,

she's always a little conscious of her double chin when she talks.

she skips meals almost everyday,

she's been starving herself so she can lose weight.

but her body is drained,

it is in pain.

"i want food, i need some"

"feed me now, don't be dumb"

"do you not love me enough?"

"i suppose it's time to give up"

but each body is beautiful,

thin or fat,

tall or short,

pale or dark.

you are not just your body.

you are not just what you eat.

you are so much more, and beyond that, too.

anorexia is bullshit.

the end.