There are days where I am sure that you are the love of my life There are days where I am sure that the hate I feel for you Stretches into every part of my body

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The corners of my mind My heart my lungs The dark shadows below my ribs Behind my knees and under my skin

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This idea of who you are haunts me Like a scary story I know you aren’t real, I fabricated a quick fix A man who could hold me up as I unsteadily Stood on my new two feet, growing

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We looked at each other with unspoken words And all that time I thought you were watering me, But it turns out you were only trying to drown me

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There are days I still wake up coughing, gasping for air And grasping for your hand to save me You’re never there

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There are days I still forget who I am and I return To the blank canvas you threw over me, An outline of what was enough for you scribbled In your hand writing

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I sit with myself, Walk the corners of my mind and duck under My heart and lungs that hang low and heavy like the entrance to a cave I get lost in the shadows under my ribs and trapped Behind my knees, in my skin

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There are days where I miss you There are days where I am red with anger I stretch into every part of my body, reclaiming what you mistook as yours