it's been a week since we make out in my living room.
i knew you came over just for that
since, i've been waiting by my phone
licking my wounds on the third floor of my parents' home.
a place i've always inhabited.
milennial girlhood at it's finest.
where i started my eating disorder
i hoarded food
and promised myself i'd never eat again
it can't all be like this
just heartbreak and none of the fun
or the jazz
or the sex that made everything whole
and this worth chasing
into migraines
and medical debt
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