why do you
i have yet to find a man to exite me as much as a baked potato.
how can i ever
admit to you
the way i ate
when i realised
you'd stopped
calling me
before i leave
the memory behind
of feeling so full
it was almost
warm and cheerful
didn't need
this cup of tea
this artificial warmth
every evening
if i could just
stay there
if i could just
stay there and
listen to you talk
how much harder
could you make it
when what brings me down
makes you laugh
in a way you took from me
why don't you know the rules
this is my town
these are my rooms
this is my food
what gave you the right
to show yourself here
how could i step inside
how could i
when you just walked away
so well
didn't know i was
out of tea
until this evening
i just can't
stay here
i just can't
stay here and take it like a man
i wrote you a
letter
on your birthday
on your birthday
i didn't know how
to tell you
looking at you makes me cringe
(how can you eat
in front of someone
that you can't even
look at)
how can i ever
admit to you
the way i hunt
i know
there is something
i was supposed to find
i ate you
three meals a day
for a year, i ate you
maybe when i'm finished
i'll throw you up
well, the idea for this bit of pitious drek originated in the film eating, which i had the pleasure of viewing in documentary history "class" last term. it was so...i don't know, is sad the right word? all these clips of women with vaarious eating disorders. it was a film of course, not a documentary, but it was still disturbing. i believe i was the one in this class who laughed the least. although most/some/all of what these characters said was idiotic, it was also very sad somehow. the baked potato quote, however, made my week:)
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