Food...It fills you;makes you whole.It can't be resisted.You stuff your face.What's the point?You will throw up!You will cut..Your going to push yourself too far..Someday you will die..But wait.....That's what you want...
You don't see the way it hurts me when he says he loves you.You don't feel the way my heart aches when you speak of his kiss.You don't know the tears that flow from my eyes are because you love another.You simply do not know that I love you.You don't need to know, though, because you love another.You don't need to get over him; I need to get over you.You don't need the love I long to show you.You don't need me like I need you.You don't need my love. You are my best friend.
Believe me, this was true last night,Tho' it is false to-day.-- A.M.F. Robinson.A fair dream to my chamber flew:Such a crowd of folk that stirred,Jested, fluttered; only you,You alone of all that band,Calm and silent, spake no word.Only once you neared my place,And your hand one moment's spaceSought the fingers of my hand;Your eyes flashed to mine; I knewAll was well between us two.On from dream to dream I past,But the first sweet vision castMystic radiance o'er the last.
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold;Where long will cling the lips of the moth,I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;I hide no hate; I am not even wrothWho found earth’s breath so keen and cold;I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold.