i know

i grab my stomach 

and i stop wondering 

why you left

i know

i stare at myself 

and i know 

why it was so easy 

for you to leave

i listen to myself talk

and now i whisper

because it's my voice

that made you leave 

and i know 

why you left 

when i see the 

discoloration on my arms 

and the patches on my legs

i know 

that it was the tangible things

were the things that made it so 

easy to let me go 

so i starve 

i muzzle 

and i hide 

because i know

the next one to come

will leave 

for the same reasons 

you did