take

the only time

i did not curse

the folds of my flesh

is when my body

was part of yours.

you would hold me

like a butterfly in your palm,

rock me to and fro

like a child,

whisper in my ear

how i did you proud.

i could not hate me

when i was yours,

when you would look at me

as the sun danced on my face,

when you smiled

when i held you in my arms.

i thought:

maybe i am a good thing.

now i hate you

and i can no longer

face the mirror.

i hate you for leaving and taking me with you.