21/06/2014

you were

you were
the circular pills
i needed to
swallow
and hold down

you were
the dry heaves  
of all of my
negative calorie
days

you were
the twenty pack
i smoked 
in an hour
out in your garden 

you were
the tightening
in my chest
during
a panic attack  

you were
the winged bruises
that clustered
under my
collarbones

you were
the numbness
between my legs
and the blood
in my bathtub

you were
the taste
of a metaphor
i had to sever
from between my lips.