she used to be so strong
such independence
they'd say
such a shame
what a waste
all that girl
is gone with the wind

***** tastes better than the thought of you and her

i wish we started differently
and ended just the same

There's a faded scar on my right shoulder
from three summers ago,
two more on my left from this winter.
One on my chin from the pavement
that got the better of an 8 year old
who couldn't say "no",
and another on my wrist
to remind me that metal detectors
no longer find me empty.

It's alright that you left,
but please don't act
like I'll just be okay again.
I don't heal well,
never have.