She gave so little,
towards the
end of our
relationship.
I felt like a pigeon,
you know the kind
the ones in her
kaleidoscope life
that all
look alike,
all at the park
begging for
scraps.
scraps of
her time,
scraps of
her emotions
scraps of
her life.
it is a
sad reality
to realize your
eating leftovers
from someone else's
hand,
and that there
is nothing you
can do about it.
the time has run out
your wings have
been clipped,
now it is
just a matter
of time before
the big fat
Chelsea cat
catches you
out in the open
and puts yours
eyes to dead.
but once you
wrote poetry
for her eyes
only,
and you looked
at the moon even
though she
was thousands of
miles away.
and then
she trapped
you in a park
began feeding
you little pieces
of her heart.
all the while
she was just
fattening you
up for the
big cat's dinner.
the moment right after
her goodbye,
the moment
love
hit you right
between the
eyes.