i must be a bad person

because things like this don’t happen to good people

i can’t sleep and i don’t remember how

to eat right anymore

it’s not on purpose

i didn’t fall in love with you on purpose

but it happened again

fool me once, shame on me but

fool me twice,

and i’m drowning in shame and disappointment and disgust

and i can’t remember how to eat right

anymore

i’m so hungry, despicably ravenous, my stomach is cramping

but the thought of putting a piece of food in my mouth is repulsive

and i must be a bad person

because good people don’t fall in love with their best friend, twice

so i must be, i must be a bad person

and my punishment is to starve