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--Deceive

[I crave perfection.]

I like the permanent taste it leaves
In my mouth;
A coppery layer of [beauty.]
  Why does it taste like blood?

Once you get a taste of
[Perfect]
        You’re never coming back.
It traps you below the surface of
Your skin.
  You live in your own body, inside yourself.
(Imaginary world.)
But the demons, [your] demons,
      Crush the truths.                      Make up your own world.
You breathe unreal air,
            You feel fine, but truthfully:
Darling, you’re drowning in perfection.

Everything feels right when it’s
  Yours.
Each step you take feels so
        Right.
But you’re really walking through a forest of
Your own veins,
                      The sky consists of scar tissue and bacteria;
                      The rivers are blood.
                      Breathe [dehydration] and [malnutrition] like
                      Real air.

(But soon your body grows empty,)
      Your mere existance
      With perfection
Is threatening to
            [Introduce you to its friend suicide.]
Apparently [suicide] has a gun
And isn’t afraid to use it.
Perfection strangles you, it’s all
Just a trap, I promise.
          While your addiction to living
Inside yourself intensifies, your new world
  Chains your wrists together tighter
                                    [and tighter]
(While suicide tugs the chain and whispers everything will be all right.
                                              Just remember: its a lie.)

And even then, as a slave to your own
      Addiction,
You exist in a flawless environment,
Beautiful surroundings that only the
[Stars should see.]
            Oh, how lucky you feel to witness this.
(But you don’t know how many others see it too.)

Isn’t perfection’s superiority over
    The world around you
[So alluring?]
      Just be careful, because once you

[Want]
        [Need]
                  [Are] perfection
x  x  x
There’s no turning back.


Darling, I think you’re stuck.
  .          .          .    .    .
.      .  ^  .    ^  .      ^  .    ^  .      .
.    ^.      .      .    ^  .    ^ .      .
.      ^  .    .^      .    .      .    ^    .
    .  .    ^  .    ^.        .^    .        .

[I want to be air.]

Author notes

I dunno... I thought I hinted well at an eating disorder.
Like it or dislike it,

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Comments

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  • i like it, i think you described an eating disorder well but you also could interpret this poem to other things as well. i really liked it! =) great job

  • I like this! It's beautifully written, describes an eating disorder well, and it emotional besides. Some awesome lines in here:
    "Once you get a taste of
    [Perfect]
    You’re never coming back.
    It traps you below the surface of
    Your skin." How true, and well written besides...

    I would have liked it to be more of inspiration for getting over it for this contest, but as for the poem itself, I wouldn't have changed anything. Well penned, poet, and thanks for your entry...

    ~QoA
  • i really like the final lines
    it pulls the whole thing together nicely

  • like it? i love it...lol...i love the last part...god your an amazing writer...if you ever gave up id have to betch slap you...so just keep writing and it will all be okay =]

  • You are truly talented

    This is totally amazing....

    Just be careful, because once you

    [Want]
    [Need]
    [Are] perfection
    x x x
    There’s no turning back.


    Darling, I think you’re stuck.

    Such truth in it
  • Darling, you’re drowning in perfection


    wow doll... im speechless
    its simply tragically beautiful <3



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