For you

If shallowness is what I need to survive you then I will be low-tide for you darling. You shot my self image and I couldn't let it slide. I think you'll be surprised to see that I have taken the dust of my shattered-ego and fashioned it back into stone. It wasn't easy. I've done some things that were hard. They hurt me. But I think it will all pay off. 5:30 A.M. workouts till I vomited were nothing in light of what you did to me. Sticking needles into my ass that will make my kidneys fail and my eye's rage red are nothing if they help me get you. It's been so much work sweet girl. I don't go out or see my friends anymore. They're distractions. So much time alone to get myself right. But it will all pay off. I haven't done anything to my personality or my broken heart. You see nothing but skin-deep, so fuck it. See this tanning-bed bronze skin? I'll get cancer for you. See this Armani shirt? I'll put myself in the poor house for you. I'm stuck on appearances just like you. My skin's perfect now sweet-girl. My arms are bulging out of my shirt. My abs taper down into this perfect little V. I know it gets to you. Now maybe your thinking you can't do better then this. I love the look on your face when you walk by me now and realize I'm out of your league. You don't want me to see how much it bothers you but its all over your face baby. Sometimes before I fall asleep at night I think of you standing in front of your mirror comparing yourself to my perfection. Your hips. Yea, maybe you're not as skinny as you thought you were. And your smile. Its not as straight and cute and perky as you thought it was.Is it? Look at the acne on your forehead. Its fucking disgusting. Look at me. I put these thoughts in your head without a word. With my lifestyle. For you. I did this to you and makes me fall asleep with a smile on my face.