
She gave me all she had
Even her crust was out of this world
I keep wanting a piece of her.
like a hopeless romantic,
she told me I was out of her league
I kept scoring
even when her goal keeper was not her keeper.
She couldn’t save herself
from the waking nightmare of being lonely
So I gave her purpose
I devoured every curve and edge she had, that she felt ashamed of
Bon Appétit!
Sometimes the best surgery is talking to your heart;
Watch how you speak on yourself.
It’s not always the truth that hurts the most

Maybe for these reasons.
- We’re being forced to open our eyes.
- We see guidance as judgement.
- They are right and we don’t want to admit it — too much ego.
- We love making excuses — complacency.
- The truth is scarier than living a lie.