I haven't texted you
in a day.
Wow. Praise
God.
Time to
celebrate.

The witch is dead
her needy grip
loosens from
your pursed lower
lip.

I know
I'm crazy.
You're not the
first.

Don't flatter yourself.
It could have been
worse.

I'm over it.
24 hours of
freedom.
I'm done with you
and in search of
my next victim.

He'll be tall
and dark.
Handsome, like
you.

He'll **** me
so good and have
all the right moves.

Different time
same place,
nothing is new.

I retire back to
the old red
lonely space
in my bed.

In emotional limbo
stuck in between
the amazing last moment
before you
left me.

It was quite easy.
And it was
very fast.

I didn't know
when I kissed you
it would be
our last.

I would have held you tighter
and been less bizarre
and tried to be balanced
and perfect,
less
raw.

My desire to say
something beautiful
just made it
worse.

I dug our grave
with my steel-shovel
words.