Ed Quatrains

Couldn’t we have found
Something else to fuel our pride
Maybe something whole and healthy
Anything but what we hide?

Imagine what we both could be
If there wasn’t something wrong
With what goes on inside our heads.
We were perfect all along.

How do you think it happened?
That we lost the will to see
Anything but broken lies,
And I believed that they were me.

I hate that we’re so backwards,
So broken and perverse.
I never had intangible foes
Before I choked beneath this curse.

I know we must stop doing this,
Stop damaging ourselves,
But it’s easier said than easier done
Escaping from this hell.

For something so demented,
It goes by many names
Ana, Bella, Mia, Ed
As if they were children’s games.

I don’t care what you call it,
Ana, Mia, Ed
It’s still a malignant, gruesome thing,
But someday I’ll get it out of my head.