And then you were gone, one by one, then two by two
beside true ugliness, and I felt so alone. Forgotten.
Chosen for special punishment because I wouldn't follow you.
Damned to be left behind, with your hand interwoven,
encased with hers. She doesn't love you. I guess I did
find love in you, but it is gone now. You tore it away.
God only knows what you were thinking when you took
her back into your arms. Kissed her face the way
I used to hold on to you and kiss you. Or maybe you
just wanted to steal my breath through my lips.
Killing the happiness and magic inside me, one
little burst at a time. Turning silence onto the
magnificent glowing area that encases my will to live.
Now I should have known you would leave me broken,
or run off, a fake and an impostor, with a ring on my finger.
Pleasure nights have burned into my memory, but only
quieted your touches to a whisper that I can't help but forget.
Reality is biting my neck and leaving marks. You
said your goodbyes without words and slapped me with
tread and tires all down my back, even with an
umbrella to guard against the tears and rain that
vault off my cheeks and
weigh down my head with the sorrow and water
xeroxing the pain over and over. I'll never talk to
you again. You don't deserve my feelings anymore, the
zephyr of the weeping woman inside me, growing tall.

06/02/2017

Author's Note: An abecedarian.

Posted on 06/06/2017
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