This Love Will Surely LastThis love will surely last.That's what they all say.This love will surely last.Until that last day.This love will surely last.They regret those five words.This love will surely last.Now it sounds so absurd.This love will surely last.They won't say it again.This love will surely last.But it didn't last to the end.
You Look FineI look in the mirror and what do I see?A shirt pulled up with a somewhat fat belly.Not the kind that has rolls or the kind that's unhealthy.But don't tell me that, because all I see is jelly.I wake up in the morning and my stomach is flat.I try not to eat, so it'll stay like that.I like seeing my rubs and my hipbones, they're pretty.Everyone else says it's sick and they tell me I'm silly.I like wearing clothes that will cover it up.Sometimes I think it looks like a baby bump.I'm fat. I look bad. That's what I tell myself.The doctor told me it's bad for my health.It's bad to not eat because I think it'll help.It's wrong to compare my body to anyone else.I can't help it, I like the way I look now.My stomach is flat. Not even a bit round.Nobody tells me they like the way I look.No fairytale stories talk about about anorexic good looks.I feel bad about myself; I want this to change.But I can't start eating and gain back all the weight.I don't want it back. I want to be