Limbs

I'm the type of girl Who spins in circles on autumn days Spinning with the falling leaves Laughing while we fall away together. She's the type of girl Who, to make you feel bad, forgets to eat. Her head spins with the thought of losing. Your little finger can wrap around her body. I've been through that phase where I get sicked by the thought of food. The thought of gaining an inch was always haunting me. But I'm through with that. You won't catch me with limbs down my throat.