When you broke up with me,
so did my period.
All those aches and crying spells
suddenly had a new meaning -
losing you, not losing blood.
Maybe my craving for olives
and chocolate ice cream
meant something else, too.
Maybe I gave you the wrong
idea, when I told you I
wanted to take a break.
Maybe I gave my period
the wrong idea, when
I thought that you were the one
who made it regular.
~August 2010
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