You said they made fun of your body, humiliation in your eyes when you told me. Well, I’m gonna find them, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure they’re really fucking sorry. You said you’re embarrassed of your body. You told me you think you’re really ugly. Well my love, I know you don’t see what I see. Anything that is beautiful, people want to break, and you are beautiful, I’m afraid. You said you’re ashamed of your body. You’d rather die than show me, but I would love you in any form you take. You said that they say you’re disgusting, that they told you that you’re fat and unworthy. Well, my love, I hope you trust me when I say you have a perfect body. Anything that is beautiful people want to break, and you are beautiful, I’m afraid.
If only I could love you enough to give you what you need. If I only I could be for you the hand that feeds. Cause I know you can only starve so much until you like how it feels. Sitting on a throne of bones, staring at that cold meal. It’s not your body that I love, but it’s the shell you’re inside of, and you’re killing it. You’re killing the only piece of you I can touch. It’s not your body that I need, but that’s what sleeps next to me, and you’re killing it, you’re killing it, you’re killing it.
Please eat.
If only I could make you believe you deserve everything, every spoon and bite, anything you want to eat. Cause I know you can only starve so much before you’ll die. There’s parts of you already gone I can never revive. It’s not your body that I love, but it’s the shell you’re inside of, and you’re killing it. You’re killing the only piece of you I can touch. It’s not your body that I need, but that’s what sleeps next to me, and you’re killing it, you’re killing it, you’re killing it.
Please eat.
The Sith are dicks. What can I tell you man, they’re trouble. They don’t have the “working together” thing down, but they do know how to have people work for them.
