Bulimia

The end is nearing its beginning again
And I'm beginning to lose my mind
As we wait for the final drop on this ride
Of infinite loops and drops
You are expressionless, intrepid
But I cannot hide my fear as the ride begins again
And goes on and on, sending us through ups and downs
It comes in your laughter, goes in my broken-down smile
Making you stronger, turning me weak
I lose myself to nausea
And you find yourself in the whirl
And we are together but apart
As I grow mad
And you shrink into something beautiful and untouchable and anorexic