BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror."Look at you",I said."Your eyes are red of crying,Your face blushed of pain,You have a scar on your hand,Thanks to your teeth".I really tried to be perfect,mama,I really am trying.Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?And my heart is beating fast.I think I am gonna fall.Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.I need the smell of your skin on me now.I love you.My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.I am a stranger there.And I was still looking at the mirror.Talking to myself.Staring at my own bulimic reflection."Look at you!You are beautiful even when you cry!".
The sound and the silenceThe sound of a heart breaking is not like glass shatteringit's a loud, roaring scream of despairand then silencefor the longest time, all there is, is silence.But slowly, slowly a beat returns.Faint, unsteady and fragile.Like the tentative flutterings of a baby bird's wings, as it learns to fly.So afraid of falling.But slowly, slowly, the beat gets louder.Like a drummer in a marching band.Nervous and hopeful.The sound of a heart beating again is like a soldier being welcomed home.Covered in scars, but happy again.Ready to face whatever lies ahead.
Can't Help ItI can't help it.I can't help melting into your eyes,Can't help laughing at your stupid jokes,Or smiling when you smile at me.I hate it.I can't control it.I can't stop itI can't hasten it.I can't help it.I can't help falling in love with you.The way you make me turn red.Or make me realize what a hopeless dream this is,And how small my chance with you is.But I can't help it.And some days I wonder,Do you think about me this way?Do you spend each day hoping fervently that I'll love you?Do you wonder what will happen to "us"?Or is it just me?I hate it.I can't control it.I can't stop it.I can't hasten it.I can't help it.I can't help falling in love with you.The moment our eyes connectAnd a surge of electricity courses through me.My heart skips a beat and I think,Maybe, just maybe, we'll end up together.I love it.I won't control it.I won't stop it.I won't hasten it.I won't help it.Because I can't stop falling in love with you.And maybe, just maybe, you can't