she and i have been inseparable since the moment we first met

she knows me better than anyone ever will

and has never left my side

her fingertips graze my skin

and her eyes have seen all

the roadmap of my body belongs to her judgment

she wants us to be a secret

our bond can’t be shared with anyone

although I want to scream the truth 

her stinging hands grip at my throat

and the pain is a constant reminder of her 

as she whispers sweet nothings in my ear

only her words are sour and absolutely everything

every day

all of the time

i’m told i should give her a name

so that she doesn’t get lost as a part of me

“You are not your eating disorder,” i am told.

we have so long been inseparable 

she won’t leave me alone.