Before

Do you remember what is was like
before the growing pain?
Do you remember who you were
before the rage?
The infatuation?
The lust?
The lethargy?
Before depression
or your addictions?
Do you miss the little face
undefined and sweet
Before your cheeks made you solemn?
Before your eyes became
aware?
Because I do.
I miss myself before him
and him
and him
And I miss myself before I
cared this much.
I miss myself before I
noticed how they
started to stare
and how I didn't like it but
they said I should.
I miss my body
before it began
to curve
and my arms before --
I miss what I was before I read
books like
Thirteen Reasons Why
The Road
Looking For Alaska
Unwind
especially before
Wuthering Heights
Jane Eyre
those that ruined me
before
Doctor Jekyl and Mister Hyde
Just Listen
Do you remember
what it was like?