my beloved, i miss you. i miss our time spent together, miss the life you brought into my spirit. darling, don’t you miss how thin you were? i told you that you didn’t want food— carbs are bad, remember?— and you were just so beautiful. the etched lines of your ribs and collarbone, carefully defined like charcoal on a watercolor painting. lovely, don’t you miss our late-night chats? you told me everything you hated about yourself and i just held you as you crumbled. i’m sorry i couldn’t bring myself to console you but honey, your pain was just so beautiful... i couldn’t tear myself away. how can you not miss our alone time? your isolation always kept me company— until that one day. you yelled at me, shouted obscenities at me until you were crying, but different tears than the ones you shared with me late at night. you relapsed into our old relationship, again and again, until that one day. i heard you singing in the shower for the first time since you were ten years old, heard you open a bag of chips, eat the whole **** bag, saw your mother embrace you while tears fell down her face. i saw you drive away with that boy, the one who kisses your scars and tells you your past is a tragic beauty. beloved, i could’ve saved you. don’t tell me you saved yourself. we could’ve been just so beautiful.