poems by nick

miss

I miss.

I miss a lot.

I miss feeling good while looking in mirrors.

I miss feeling good enough.

I miss the time when I didn't care.

when I didn't care how I looked,

or talked,

or acted,

or stood,

or ate,

or just was.

I miss being satisfied with myself.

I miss loving myself.

I miss not wishing I was smaller

I miss enjoying food.

I miss not looking at my body,

all the time,

every day,

every minute,

every single second,

I miss me.