There are photographs and clothes
Completely covering my floor.
And I see you,
And I wish that you could do more
To make me feel a little better about
What we do.
About what I can’t do for you,
About how this is destroying my mind.
Eating,
Devouring,
What I thought I knew.
The morals
I thought I had.
The expectations
I thought I had,
The boundaries that I thought you understood.
But really,
I am just young and weak
And yes I am this sheltered,
And yes, the advice you give
Just convinces me
That what I do isn’t good enough,
Not for them
And not for you.

I looked for a little comfort,
But all I got was a little more
Good advice.