at the heights of malnutrition
anorexic royalty
I don't even know why I waste my time anymore
your missives, like finding money on the floor
too rare to be considered anything but luck
it's heartbreaking, but I've truly given up
in every way
when the dehydration kicks in, I'll be smoking cigarettes
numbing it all away
eating all the wrong berries like in Into The Wild
I'm starving myself of you
because I'd rather feel nothing than longing
the memories of us like a five-course meal
spread out before the starving
all the crops needed was a little rain
just take a fucking chance, will you, before I wither away to nothing
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