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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