These Cells Are Passages

She was a happy girl
the day that she left me.
- Stone Temple Pilots, "Sour Girl"

If each small word
were a breath
and I counted
each one you stole,
I would be empty,
a cavity, and you would
be richer, claiming
you earned the right
to each thought.
You'd call me a liar.
I'd watch as your teeth
fall out, one by one,
each a trinket
for my troubles, the debt
never fully repaid.