I knew she would return.

I knew she should never be gone,
I knew she was going to come back
Taunt me mercilessly,
Make me regret every bite
As if she filled it with venom.

I knew little Anorexia would want to play again,
and soon Bulimia, too, once Anna got too tired,
Once starvation became difficult she would press on,
"You're weak, you're a quitter;
But there's still another way".

I have no regret.
I have no disdain,
For my little long lost best friend.
I only regret now when I eat
Because then, I won't be loved.

And here's the thing,
the saddest part of all.
Every time she comes back,
I am never disappointed.
I rejoice my willpower has been rejuvenated.

-H
May 8, 2020

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