Loved Like Me
am I dead to you yet
you almost killed me that last time
when my eyes glazed over and you fucked me anyway
This poem is about breaking
Because you loved me.
this body is riddled with breaks
from diets and traditions.
of conscience.
this body, translucent in the places it’s too thin, folds over on itself--
croissant dough.
Because you loved me
this body cannot be touched for too long.
this body is for girls who were loved like me
who draw their eyeliner on between heartbeats
who understand their lives through men,
Who loved them,
demarcated by misunderstandings and misery
who miss with a fervor that doesn’t quite make sense--
the breaks
are where light shines.
Because you loved me
please let me be dead to you
you almost killed me those times
You said you loved me
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