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I dated an anorexic girl and it took over a year of work and patience and comforting to help her get even a little bit better. I answer questions on here when I have nothing else to do, but when I see questions posted by girls, (and a few boys), who clearly have eating disorders, I feel a little bit disturbed. I feel like there's nothing I could say in one post that would actually help them, but I don't want to just ignore them because I know how destructive these diseases can be.

I already posted this in the poetry section, but got only one answer. Now I'm curious to see how people either dating, or hoping to date interpret it.

Have you ever been in a relationship,

Where you felt like you had no grace, no wit?

Where you never thought that you could handle,

Thought you might fly right of the handle.

With every anger raising upset,

Tipping cups back.

Cups that blushed at her,

Like you used to,

When just the two of you

Talked after school.

Now you shoot words

like pool balls used to crack.

Like lightning stacks.

I haven’t.

Don’t know that kind of relationship with words like whips

Our words are soft, but not like silk.

Like ghosts in milk.

Disguised by placidity,

Ne’er marred by cupidity.

But Cupid, yes!

We love each other dearly still.

But NO thrill in lovely lovers greeting.

Less passionate, more clinical meeting.

And at the end of a long conversation,

It looks as if there’s no conservation,

Of words to speak.

Too soft,

Too meek,

Too ******* weak!

To tell you,

I love you!

For the thousandth time.

So I write this rhyme.

Hoping It’ll make me think

better than that drink ever could.

Cause I should,

Tell you,

I love you

I know this poem it late,

That now you’re full of hate

For me and my bullshit.

And infidelity hit

Like a cross from Ali

But allow me one last plea,

Don’t lose faith in men, Just because you don’t trust me.

I started just after I had separated with my girlfriend, waited several months, and then completed the last few lines. Anyway, here it is and I hope to have some feedback. Try to read it out loud or in your head as a spoken word piece.

Have you ever been in a relationship,

Where you felt like you had no grace, no wit?

Where you never thought that you could handle,

Thought you might fly right of the handle.

With every anger raising upset,

Tipping cups back.

Cups that blushed at her,

Like you used to,

When just the two of you

Talked after school.

Now you shoot words

like pool balls used to crack.

Like lightning stacks.

I haven’t.

Don’t know that kind of relationship with words like whips

Our words are soft, but not like silk.

Like ghosts in milk.

Disguised by placidity,

Ne’er marred by cupidity.

But Cupid, yes!

We love each other dearly still.

But NO thrill in lovely lovers greeting.

Less passionate, more clinical meeting.

And at the end of a long conversation,

It looks as if there’s no conservation,

Of words to speak.

Too soft,

Too meek,

Too ******* weak!

To tell you,

I love you!

For the thousandth time.

So I write this rhyme.

Hoping It’ll make me think

better than that drink ever could.

Cause I should,

Tell you,

I love you

I know this poem is late,

That now you’re full of hate

For me and my bullshit.

And infidelity hit

Like a cross from Ali

But allow me one last plea,

Don’t lose faith in men, Just because you don’t trust me.

If you're religious, then you probably believe that God has a plan all organized. He knows what's going to happen forever into the future, and since his will is perfect, there doesn't seem to be a reason to change the plan. So praying seems a little bit silly to me. No man or woman can change his mind.