I was twelve years too young when we met
Too preoccupied looking down at newly forming stretch marks
I slammed right into you
Your eyes flickered between my face and my thighs
“Do you want to be better?” you said
“Let me help you do better”

From then we became inseparable
I’d open my eyes in the morning and there you were
Frowning into the mirror as I brushed my teeth
Telling me to pat on a little more makeup and a little more and just a little more
“You can be better,” you’d say
“Don’t you want to be better?”

Do you remember our first fight?
Remember? You told me my skin was ugly
You told me, “nobody will ever like you with all that acne”
I ignored your calls for weeks but eventually crawled back
You had some kind of hold on me
I only wanted to be better

Oh, don’t you remember the great times we’ve had
The times you’ve encouraged me not to eat
The times you’ve told me I am nothing
The times you’ve showered me in insults
The times you’ve pointed out my stupidity
The times you’ve asked me why I can’t just try to be better

We’ve been together for five years now
And this may come as a shock to you now
But I have to ask
Please move out of your home in the pit of my stomach
You sit there like an anchor
And I no longer want to be “better”

This is truly the end from us
It’s time for me to be free
Free to love myself
Free to be happy
Free from you
So please, have your stuff out by morning