Letter

Dear eating disease

Right from the start,
you were a thief
you stole my heart

And I, your willing victime

I let you see the parts of me
that weren't all that pretty (my legs, oh my legs!)
with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep
things you never say to me
tell me that you've had enough of our love

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second, we're not broken, just bent
And we can learn to love again


Deep down, dear ED, I know you did not fail me; It is I who failed. But we'll come clean.