I knew it
from the way
he came home
smelling
every morning.
I knew it
from the way
he stopped
checking to see
if I was taking
my medicine.
I knew it
from the way
he no longer
woke me in the
middle of the night,
kissing my neck.
But most of all
I knew it
because
his
eyes
begged me to
say something.
Every night
before
he left,
he lingered
in my doorframe.
Silently
asking
for
me
to
tell
him
to
stay.
And every night,
I turned away;
not having
the energy to plead,
not having
the spirit to argue,
not having
the emotion to cry.
The tiredness
was claiming me,
making me
weak.
And the tiredness
was claiming Kyler,
making him
desperate.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...
