Missing You Still

There’s an odd beauty to the fact

that whenever I hate myself enough

and feel the need to force myself to throw up

I know that all I need to do is look at your profile picture

and the nausea will return enough to twist my gut

and make me spill the food I didn’t eat

because I’m well outta luck.

This poem is about: 
Me

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