She pushed you away
But still, you persisted; you’d stay

How ‘bout one last game?

What she didn’t know though,
Your game had already begun
Your grip on her soul
was strong.
Like your hand on her thigh,
you wouldn’t let go.

Don’t cry
You’d said
as her buttons came undone.
One
by
One
By
One.

She thought that was the last time.

It was just the one time.

But soon,
You became the rhythm to her rhyme,
the dollar to her dime.
Her dependence was your leverage,
so you’d insist that she was average.

He’s the best I can do.

Maintaining she’d be shunned.
But only if she told.
You knew she’d never be that bold
She wonders if she’ll ever push through.

And she was different from the rest.
You’d say,
We’ll never be like we used to,
It’s all because of you.

And then you were gone.

I can’t get through.

But no one could save her from you.
she was just his game.

I was only yours.

And now she lies in your absence,
Drunken hours passing time

He was never mine

Her altered reality
never again the same.

Her restricted autonomy
never yours to take.

To you, she seemed
inconsequential as a pawn.

She’s left trying to drown it out.
She can’t sleep,
confined by the memories of you.
She’s nearly worn through.
The strings of her heart unraveling,
Her rosen blood dripping into a pile
on your grey bathroom tile.
She’s coming undone
choking on the thoughts of you.
Frozen in your lingering presence.

can’t be here any longer

can’t lie here forever

But that's all she can do.

Andrew W.
3-3-20