My Problem

I wonder if there's a way to turn off the water,

It falls like drizzle but wishes slaughter.

I don't know if the deed has finished being paid,

But the bed has taken a space in me that skinny has decayed.

If only the clashes of rivers could take me away,

Masked from the 5k gum wrappers that take up the day.

If only floating was a way to escape the clinking knees,

And stop pressuring me to avoid the calories sprees.

How gruesome is this monsoon,

On Fridays it makes the fridge my cacoon,

The flexibility of the dams have power,

And sends tornadoes in my stomach hour by hour.

If only i could fucking maintain a healthy grip on the ground,

Instead of the undigested by the earthbound.

I hate the last second texts,

Asking for more of that tex mexs.

As if i needed more than the millions of chips

Shoving in fat like ships.

If only Hepburn knew what inspiration her 5'9" put in me,

As I sleep next to measurements, regrets and can you end my sea.

A flood injected into my heart,

Oh if only fat could come off with a dart.

If only i could see the lies in the stampede,

As if "tiny" is something I agree.

Mindless are my fears,

Just as ignorant as my peers.

Riddance to food like it's a disease,

One that i haven't got the vaccine to ease.

Horrid is the time after night retreats,

when she wakes and creeps,

deep into my heels,

all the seeps

And has all the seals.

She kisses the rope and holds the gun,

Her name is unknown yet written in stone,

And it's no fun,

Living off the phone.