Skinny love
you called me ‘slight’, and as the word fell through the air
it sliced away my muscles, fat, hips, breasts
till i stood, only bones,
insignificant before you
Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt; we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
i eat now, obsessively, trying to fill myself up.
- bon iver’s skinny love
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