Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Thank you Ana.

Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from.

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn


I'm surrounded by impostors everywhere I turn

I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn

I'm the only one who's noticed

I can't be the only one who's learned
 
Where is the me I used to be? She was beautiful. You could see a faint outline of each of her ribs, hiding just under the skin. Her collarbone was amazing. Her stomach was flat, she was 45 kilograms. I let her slip away... but Ana will help me get that girl back. I will be beautiful again, because Ana will help me be beautiful, and I know she's here for me through this.

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