Hurts

It hurts me to know you’re not doing well.

I am not doing well at all.

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My ex

used to tell me I was fat

every day.

Sorry

for being so

insecure.

Sticky

Your words are sticky, dripping with gooey sugar crystals. They coat my throat, block my airways and choke my wind pipes.

I never get to eat sugar, it’s bad for my teeth you say. But sometimes you force it to me and it’s artificially saccharine. Like Splenda. I know it’s not good for me but I still like the taste. Only it’s slightly bitter.