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I'm not here anymore, I've moved!
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If you'd like to keep up with my blog the entire (almost) thing is now making it's debut appearance at www.elusivebeautyundefined.wordpress.com
I hope you'll come visit me there =)
Much Love
xoxo
Not Yours
I'm not yours.
I'm not yours, I'm mine. Unfortunately you make it so I don't believe this most of the time. Trick me into believing I can't trust my own thoughts and mind. The hand you hold is cold and untrusting, I hate you, but I can't let go. With a deep hold in my soul, you tell me you are the only one who wants me around. And I can't let you go. With a push of a button and the losing of the weight, I am flying so high, I am happy.
I am not yours, I am mine. But you are incessantly stuck in my mind. On repeat and on shuffle somehow all at once, all of the time. I'll never be good enough you tell me. I binge and purge and restrict just to please you, I never know which is right. Which one you will be happy with. So I'll starve, starve until you love me, until others love me. Until you tell me I can stop.
And I'm not yours, I'm all mine. Your mind is in my mind, so I am not mine at all. Or I am all mine and my mind has become your mind. We've become interchangeably connected on a level that not many understand. And I want to be rid of you with every ounce of my being but I forget where you end and I begin. What came first, you or me?
Not yours, mine, all mine. And you are the only one who wants me dead, but in those dark hours how did you have me believing it was me that wanted that. Starvation is just a slower version of suicide and I want to live, dear sir, I want to live! You want me to be perfect more than you want me to live. And I want to be skinny more than I want to let you go. And skinny is just another word for perfection, another word for liked and accepted and needed. I want fade so I'll be seen. You want me to fade to be unseen.
I'm all yours, I'm not even close to mine.
I'm not yours, I'm mine. Unfortunately you make it so I don't believe this most of the time. Trick me into believing I can't trust my own thoughts and mind. The hand you hold is cold and untrusting, I hate you, but I can't let go. With a deep hold in my soul, you tell me you are the only one who wants me around. And I can't let you go. With a push of a button and the losing of the weight, I am flying so high, I am happy.
I am not yours, I am mine. But you are incessantly stuck in my mind. On repeat and on shuffle somehow all at once, all of the time. I'll never be good enough you tell me. I binge and purge and restrict just to please you, I never know which is right. Which one you will be happy with. So I'll starve, starve until you love me, until others love me. Until you tell me I can stop.
And I'm not yours, I'm all mine. Your mind is in my mind, so I am not mine at all. Or I am all mine and my mind has become your mind. We've become interchangeably connected on a level that not many understand. And I want to be rid of you with every ounce of my being but I forget where you end and I begin. What came first, you or me?
Not yours, mine, all mine. And you are the only one who wants me dead, but in those dark hours how did you have me believing it was me that wanted that. Starvation is just a slower version of suicide and I want to live, dear sir, I want to live! You want me to be perfect more than you want me to live. And I want to be skinny more than I want to let you go. And skinny is just another word for perfection, another word for liked and accepted and needed. I want fade so I'll be seen. You want me to fade to be unseen.
I'm all yours, I'm not even close to mine.
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