Aciana

Cradling you, Limp in my arms, Bones, and yellow skin, Poking in to me, I beg of you, Eat. The sight of food, You vomit up blood, All over me. I do not care, I will not leave. Your hairs falling out, Stringy and weak, I hold it in my fingers, Shaking, Crying with you. I wont let you die, You can do this no more, I look in those eyes, So gray, loss of life, You bruise so easily, As i carry you to bathe, Its like carrying a dead baby, And laying it in its grave, But you are not yet dead, Food you shall eat, Once so beautiful, Weight will not be your defeat. Anorexia may own you, Your mind your heart your soul, But

breathless broken and all points in between you're as constant as I get you're the picture I can't paint and the words that just escape me so finally an open dedication to something worth finding more than a friend and less than next to nothing dear inspirational intimidation I'm offering everything though sometimes all I've got is no idea and no way back to the beginning but from here on out what you've got is forever my heart (surrounded by always-me packaging) with love in shades of unconditional I know it's not much but it's well intentioned and returnable