You’re grander than the sun, more beautiful than night
You’re stardust and cynical lullabies beneath the willow.
Do you remember how I held you so tight?
Do you remember how the wind whispered so softly;
And the way it blowed?
For these reasons I wonder why you care so much.
You’re a bag of bones, my love, and your heart’s porcelain.
I recall how when I first reached out to you, you shivered at my touch
You were afraid of being subjected to suffering again.
You’re wearing a crown of snowy white bones,
You’re depleting your body of what its requisites
I’m begging you to come down from your throne;
You’re killing the only fragment of you that’s evident.
Your rib bones stick out like a mountainous terrain,
A ghastly depression where your stomach should be.
Your insecurities keep you on a short, cold chain
And no matter how profound my efforts,
I can’t set you free.
You wear a gorgeous smile, though your wrists are made of sticks.
You’d never know through those beautiful brown eyes of yours
Just how much you hate yourself. To some, you’re apathetic
Though you’re just another girl to them, no matter how obscure.
Because dawn goes down to day, I know that nothing gold can stay
But no matter how many times I repeat those words over and over in my mind,
I won’t let you destroy yourself. I can’t sit here and watch you rot away,
Not when people as precious as you are so difficult to find.
You’re a doll made of glass with eyes that pierce straight through me.
You know you’re beautiful, wavy brown hair that fails daintily over your breasts
And eyelashes that bat like butterfly wings in the summer heat.
Yet you’re determined to make yourself thinner, despite my protests.
Perhaps if I loved you with every infinitesimal drop of water in the ocean
I could show you that you deserve every bite of food you so desperately need.
However I am only human, and it is impossible to save you from the demotion
others bring upon you, and the way you so dejectedly concede.
A heart of porcelain is bound to break at some point eventually,
Though it appears yours has been stomped on many a time.
But I know you have the strength within you, potentially,
And no matter what happens in life, you’ll always be mine.
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