if you think we'd be better as strangers
i hope you spit your anger into
every word and make sure i choke
grab your words and crumple them in your fists
make sure i know you don't care
you made me feel things i hadn't felt since
sophomore year of high school
i was so madly in love then, too
and when people tell me
all good things must come to an end
i
just
laugh
i laugh so hard my ribs explode like shrapnel
and i'm reminded that
i didn't eat today
i try not to think too much about the past
until i see that the past was
eighty pounds lighter
and i wonder if the weight i gained
wasn't just from recovery
but also from the baggage you left--
cleaning your room was the worst part.