I had a best friend. Had

him when I wore the lowercase shoes

 

from the uppercase emporium. Had

him when I was the small-fry pea

 

in the weighty peapod. I stole

his popping candies and paper hearts. Stole

 

treats from his purple lunchbox. I even stole

his hideous scarf with pompoms I knew he insisted

 

on wearing his first day to school. I stole

his narcissist girlfriend’s text. I stole

 

his GunsN’Roses jacket. I stole

his anger, swiped it with nonsense laughter

 

when his parents fought. I stole his everything.

His tears. His smile. His soul. Him.

 

But I have nothing now. He stole

everything back and more.

 

My tears. My smile. My soul. Me

 

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