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Self-Sufficient Monolith Through Emotional Bulemia
you made me heartsick,
 straight sicktomystomach
 so my body revolted
 against these faulty chemical transmissions
 
 i threw up my childhood
 tainted with self-pity,
 mirrors and fists
 unicorns and snow tigers and mudpies
 (gods, how exotic i was)
 
 i threw up my anger
 raging red and burning blue
 i threw up my closet
 (not an easy thing to do)
 with its broken doors and scrawl-scratched words
 I HATE YOU
 
 i threw up my tears
 salty and sweet
 they tasted like a street in sydney outside a mcdonald's
 they tasted like anxiety
 they tasted like tuna noodle casserole that i couldn't eat
 
 i threw up my shame, real and imagined
 red-cheeked, hands hot and damp
 every failure exaggerated ten times
 and ten times again
 tasting lilies and ivory i choked on my tongue
 and forgot my line
 naked
 on national television
 
 i threw up my love
 black clothing and paint stains
 i threw up the thrill of your voice
 i threw up laughter and smiles and agony
 i threw up adolescence,
 overdramatic teenagerhood
 destined for the silver screen
 laden with philosophies and comic book heroes
 
 i cast every thought of you
 out of my body,
 out of my mouth like a demon
 but even that wasn't enough
 i still ached
 so
 
 i threw up my heart
 but when i saw it lying in the palm of my hand
 it was so small
 and ugly
 (why would you want something like that?)
 so i burnt it
 now i am thin and beautiful and perfect and empty
 
 and i couldn't care less
 what you do with your time
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It's really sad, but I like the hardness of the last two lines.
I love this poem!