I went to our special spot today With a cigarette and a pen It was still breathtaking.
For the first time in years I felt small. You see, Since I was a child I have always been overweight. It used to consume me It was all I could notice when I looked at myself
Since I was nine I stashed food and binged While at thirteen I started purging As an effort to control my apparent largeness. Here, I am surrounded by cliffs, rocks and trees That tower over me Finally, I am the smallest one in the room And yet I feel on top of the world.
I am sad to report this place is changing The stream we used to splash in Has dried up. The log where we used to sit On which you educated me about ***, boys and family As well as everything in between Is rotten and soggy.
I am not fond of such changes Because we both changed too. You could not shake a ****** addiction And it eventually took you home.
I, myself, battle Mental illness and recovery from self-inflicted abuses That, after one particular incident, Almost sent me to heaven, too
One more thing before I let you go I'm sure you're busy, but I wanted you to know That the cigarette still remains unlit In my sweatshirt pocket Not because I forgot a lighter (Although I did) But mostly because this overbearing forest Is my only sacred memory of you And I could never allow that to Go up in smoke.