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do you see the way he looks at her
with sparkly water drops like crystals in his eyes?
she's perfect. she's stunning. she's everything
he would think everyday with his clueless,
cliched, love-loving mind.

do you see the way she struggles with every step & thought
as she walks through the halls attracting every turning heads
like a magnet with crushed, powdered, cereal. but every day
the same thought runs straight into a dead end wall over and over again.
why do i even bother eating that disgusting stuff?

but boy, do you know what she's thinking
and her secret to her beauty? do you know the second the door
is closed and the window curtains are closed pitch black,
the faucet is turned on full blast and the fingers begin to go down
her throat? do you know her notsoclean, notsolittle secret?

and girl, have you listened to all the rumors being twittered
and slipping through the holes of the little pearly cages
they belong in? you would hear she's anorexic, the stick thin bitch.
from less observant fellows you'd listen to whistles & profanity & sexual whispers
coming from adolescent boys that you're forced to spend too much time around.

boy, have your ears been tainted with the words of disorders & drugs & one too many drinks?
or the words from her favorite movie 'there's no such thing as love, it's fantasy.'?
well if you'd remove that safety netting that's been on the roof of your head
for so long, you'd hear the gossip that's not so far from the truth.
but you just love her that much, don't you? you love her that much to not see
what's really there under so many layers of clothes. or not there.

but i bet you haven't noticed the way she rushes to the restroom
right after every meal and snack that she always eats with such haste.
or the fact that she brushes her teeth every time she's in there
and is always careful with her breath always carrying around gum and mints,
toothpaste and floss to spare. the way she never eats unless people are watching.

or maybe you do notice these things, boy, and i bet girl doesn't
know people are that observant. she doesn't know they know her notsoclean,
notsolittle secret, and the fact that she's far too skinny
and is only about as thin as an unfluffed pillow that's been slept on
for so many years straight with not a single feather stretching out
and being compacted far too far. i bet girl here doesn't even notice
how everyone watches with such precision. these immature fools she'd think.

but they do know dear, they know your dirty little secret.
the way you purge, you binge, you puke, you starve. they know your secret
of bulimia nervosa, and there's no comforting to that, honey,
this was all, entirely, completely you. but girl, we can tell.
you're on the brink of starvation and you're going to die, girl,
if you don't get some fat on those bones and calories in your stomach.

girl, you need some lipids in your veins or else you won't get that chance
you've been striving for all these lonely years. girl, you need to live for boy
because the only reason he's living if you. everyone knows your secret
and everyone wants to help. accept their love girl, and you'll learn to love boy.

now i know girl hears you, boy, throwing pebbles at your window.
but to her they're just ghosts trying to get in. you're scaring her, boy.
you don't see her escaping the dead thoughts of an obese future.
you don't see any of the lies planted in her head that she's thought about so much
and have make them the truth.

stop throwing the pebbles, boy. and girl, listen. ghosts can't tap on glass
and not 10 at a time either. get up from bed and look at your window.
you wanted love, but all it's brought is phantom thoughts from the operation
you've conducted yourself. all these thoughts of models and actresses and skin tight bones
are already dead. the imaginations are dead. but you're the one keeping them alive.

you might not hear what they say about you or not notice how obvious you've made it,
and letting it get out of hand. you might keep saying you'll never find love
and you'll never be thin like the models you keep seeing and replaying over and over in your head.

but you know that love is the movement.
and we're here to help.
this is sort of really old, but i still like it, sort of.
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