IT'S THE INTOXICATING WAY
YOU DIDN'T CARE OR NEVER
WILL CARE ABOUT ME AND
MY PROBLEMS. IT'S THE WAY
YOU USED TO BREATHE MY
NAME IN THE DARKNESS
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I
COULDN'T HEAR. IT'S THE WAY
YOU DENIED BEING THE TINIEST
BIT ATTACHED TO ME EVEN
THOUGH BOTH YOU AND I
KNEW YOU WERE. BUT MOST
OF ALL, IT'S THE WAY YOU
LEFT ME, A SOBBING MESS ON
THE FLOOR, WITH YOUR NAME
AS A LAST BREATH ON MY
SWOLLEN LIPS.