Its morning - I awake to your beautiful song.
You are my alarm clock; I smile as it's a good...

Today you will hear my confessions;
Five untold truths...

Dear bulimia,
You came, you sat, and you smiled...

Engulfed visualisations,
Leading to burning desires...

A finger deeply touching;
Why does it feel so soothing...

**Dedicated to my art teacher**
Pencil hits page...

The release of words and thoughts;
Onto a blank sheet of pure paper...

Infuse your thoughts
Into my warped mind...

Loath isn't strong enough to relate my feelings to...
But what confuses me, is how much I love you too...