what do we call ourselves?
lovers or fighters?
swimmers or sinkers?
to live or to die?
is this what you really want out of your life?
to be scared.
to be afraid.
to be lonely.
i for one am not a fighter or a lover but a safe midpoint.
because everything about me has to be safe for some reason.
i cant have my door open.
i cant eat mashed potatoes in a styrofoam bowl.
i cant live a normal life where i dont feel self conscious.
i want to be mysterious.
thin.
lovely bones abroad.
its my whole desire.
but i cant do it all by myself, i'll be the first to tell you i need more help than a therapist can supply.
