My sad old friend

visits so often

and years ago she came to stay

We grew fond of the dark

inspired by tears

I'd grow anxious when she was away

My dark lovely friend

sits in my image

and tells me she's taken my place

The anchor to my ship

Distorted my view

and weighed down my heart and my pace

My sad lonely friend

is poison to me

and I can be happy alone

I learned to ignore her

I learned to breathe slower

and love myself, skin to bone.