just particles of skin
just articles of clothing
hanging from my frame
eyes without any glint
glossy only in print
devastated desolated
(un)dead
yet this is a love letter,
i always find myself crawling back
down on my hands & knees for you
or because of you, you’ve ruined me
you feel like home
(about:) I’ve struggled with Anorexia for ages, the memories go back as far as throwing away my lunch daily in Elementary school, because I couldn’t eat food with others watching. It’s the strangest mix of knowing it’s deadly, of striving to stay in recovery…and aching for an old love.
Victoria Buffalino (IG: schoolyardhero)
