...Alone

My belly is empty, I think it has been days.

Mom and dad said, "no."

...Though their long eyes pleaded a simple ok.

I told my manager that I will be quitting,

he gave me two weeks.  

I lied and said I found a job closer to home.

My boyfriend told me that home was with him, the love we shared,

and then he went and shared that with a fat girl.

I'm tired.

I use to laugh.  At everything, just because,

It made the ugly events of life seem less important.

Now I don't, I can't remember how.

I tried when I last looked in the mirror, to lift the corners of my mouth.

But i'm certain using your hands is cheating.   

I don't like to look down anymore.  I will see my feet, my belly, my chest and arms.

They all look funny.

My toes are too long, my belly's too soft, my chest is too small and my arms are hairy.

I think this is loneliness. 

All the romantic dramas make it out to be the bottom line,

but it's ok.

I'm ok...I think.