- Leonardo DiCaprio: *names his child Oscar*
- Doctor: "Would you like to hold h-"
- Leonardo DiCaprio: "Say it like we rehearsed it."
- Doctor: *sighs* "And the Oscar goes to..."
Who knew that breathing could be so
attractive. I can watch you do it for hours,
watch the way your chest rises
and falls on its own accord,
for no apparent reason. I want to
match my heart beat to yours.
I try to slow it, but it keeps
racing like a horse to the finish line.
I never appreciated your eyelashes,
your lips, your fingertips until
I had the opportunity to lay next to them
and sleep. Your arms are shaped for
me. Don’t let anyone else use them.
Your smile was built for me, please
don’t show it when I’m not around.
I want you too much.
Stand in front of the mirror.
Close your eyes. Open your eyes.
Squint, tilt, twist, squirm.
No matter how you distort your body,
physically or mentally,
your reflect does not change.
You can starve, cut, ruin, change
everything about your body,
but it’s still you underneath
She has been there the whole time,
begging you to stop.
Appreciate her curves
as though they are not your own
but that of a lover’s.
Kiss her bones filled with sorrow.
You have not been playing fair
You have been throwing you around
like you are worthless. Like your mind
is not sharp and your heart is not that of a lion’s.
What a disgrace.
I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
I want your stupid fricking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.