2points4honesty

I can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything. I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will alwa

i told him i wanted to spend three days paying my dues to the circumference of my spine, to the size of my stomach, and all that was not in it. weary of my constant need, he droned a platitude in a voice like cold coffee. "you're beautiful the way you are." i don't care about beauty. i care about hunger. loneliness & starving sisters. and i want to know if the hunger that turns you inside out every day is anything like the famine in me.