He once said
    "treat yourself right"
    and to hang those words
    on my wall
    'cause he knew
    I would need to see them
    everyday.

    He once asked me
    about that
    "thigh gap thing"
    he saw online
    and he told me
    to never do that to myself.

    I once told him
    I liked sharp objects
    knives and scissors and blades
    and I showed him
    my Sylvia Plath tattoo
    and he never left me alone
    ever again.