it feels irresponsible to let myself live
like doing my homework is a bad investment
food had promised to kill me
But she gave up
my parents would rather mourn a thin girl than live with a fat daughter
they don’t want to carry my casket until they’re not sure if there’s a body in it
I’ve been too sad to eat this week anyway
shes always loved instant gratification
but right now she just wants to think
we sleep in my bed together
and listen to music
if the song is sad we like to read the lyrics
if it’s happy we dance so hard we get dizzy
We go on coffee dates and take pink bubble baths like lovers
she hangs on my arm and rubs my back when i cry
when I’m learning about vertical asymptotes
i make plans to be in the sun with her
i’ll swallow her pebbles and fall asleep
and maybe wherever i wake up we won’t need pink bubble baths anymore
the sun will be waiting for me and we can sing a song together
and i won’t want to go to bed anymore
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