your teeth left scars that ate away my peace of mind
pieces of my sanity crumbling under your molars
you consumed the little bits that could stand to sit in a room alone

and

think

they are gone now

school is good
not because i do not think
but because i spend so much time thinking about communications concepts and shakespeare and the romans and all the drama that crashes through my dorm room and shakes down the curtains these things keep me focused  
on everything
except the fact
that you
ruined me