When We Met Second Part

I took the weight off my checks He said he couldn’t hug me because of my hips I wore waistbands to get an hourglass shape Then he said he couldn’t see the red tint on my lips I did more makeup, a more strenuous workout But this is love He sees the better, the perfection in me He only soars high, sees up above Everything I did was for him I cut my friends for him I cut meals for him I cut everything until it went dim During a workout session, I blacked out I woke up in a hospital with an IV in my arm The nurse came in to up the dose of saline She asked me what I had done to cause so much harm She handed me a mirror and saw a reflection A thin, pale, skeleton figure stared in my eyes With a weight as light as a feather I looked like meal for the flies My boyfriend came into the room He asked for permission to enter from the nurse She left; it was us alone He sat down next to me, removing my purse I was so happy to see him He would know how to cheer me up, he’s a pro As I touched his warm hands with mine He took his off and let go “You are not the girl I met You are not perfect Let’s admit it, what happened was bad But you, you look tragic” “I am seeing another girl And you honestly deserve it You couldn’t love up to my standards You couldn’t be perfect” “The other girl is so beautiful She is a skinny, beautiful, just how I like them She needs little work to be perfection You shouldn’t be compared to her; you wouldn’t reach her hem” “I would wish you the best forward But you are far from it I am moving out and packing my stuff So, don’t expect to see me in the apartment” He gave me a sigh And let the room with me alone to think Why when things were going good in my life They all must go down the sink But this is love, isn’t it? You find someone who can bring the best of you And through sweat and tears You work hard for that reality to become true They tell you what’s wrong So you can make those fixes And when it is all done Something else comes in to dimiss it And you are sitting there thinking I am crazy But I know he did it for me And love isn’t always pink roses Its tough, bittersweet