Calico Frost

I sob for

something I think I

hate, but cry "no no no"

when asked if I

want to quit.

Because I just can't.

There is no

possible way

that I could quit.

i could describe my father in one word 
brickwall.  

I have been called skinny by old friends 

I have been told I'm chubby by the internet

I have been told I'm somewhere in the middle 

a size S, M, and sometimes L

I don't like my tummy 

Leaning into you

I guess I

Couldn't resist

I was tired

It was instinct

Can I really fight instinct

When it's leading me to you?

The soft flutter of butterfly wings against

My skin