looking into the mirror
i do not see myself standing there
instead, it is a warped,
twisted,
floating head
supported by shoulders that are not mine
and the rest is skin
just...there
no muscle, hardly anything keeping me together
barely a person
barely alive
barely anything at all

whether it's real
or not
i don't think that's
any of
your business.

you like them
because of him;
i like them
because of you.

i miss her
as though i am at stay-away camp
with no access to a phone
or mail
and i am instead forced
to wait