Breadcrumb #577

VENUS DAVIS

today
I saw you
from behind the counter at work. 
Three years ago, I would’ve gone through 
your tumblr and sent you a message begging 
for attention, for love, for a reason as to why you left.
I would’ve taken ibuprofen and threatened to 
murder my stomach lining until you so much as looked at me.

today 
I saw you 
and was reminded of who I used to be:
Some little kid who needed a
therapist more than a lover. 
A child who needed to drop out of college 
and check into their emotions. 
Someone who needed to put down the bottle of 
ibuprofen and pick up a bottle of Wellbutrin. 

today 
I saw you 
and I was happy that you didn’t see me. 
I was happy that you didn’t look my way. 
When you left me, I thought that I had lost my 
only chance at being complete. 
A half forever in search of their unrequited whole. 
Someone who called you a monster from  
behind a foggy mirror. 

today 
I saw you 
and I am so glad that three years ago, 
you left me.

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