STATE OF MIND

you should have told me you had to swallow happiness to get you through the day. dosage after dosage, smile after smile, every single day. you should have told me you stopped when you met me, because i was a pill you cannot seem to swallow. i am afraid you've replaced company with recovery.

if you had told me, i would've cut myself into smaller pieces, grind bone into powder, turn shouts into whispers. i would've broken myself into fragments safe enough for you to stomach. if you had only told me, i would have never left your side until i was sure you had devoured every last piece of me.