Sometimes I’m surprised at how soft my skin is
running my fingers across gray puffs under my eyes 
Feeling against my chest, my heart thumping 
too fast for my small figure because of my addiction 
to caffeine. My jeans don’t really fall the 
baggy way they should around my thighs i 
filled with sugar. My hands brush against
raised skin, scars from times I bled. 

I thank this loving machine that never gave up on me, even with 
the amount of times I kicked it to the curb.