I scrolled through your phone
deeper and deeper
into the list of people
you may or may not know,
like a claw sinking fiercer
by the second
into my insides creating holes
that gnaw at every bit of my confidence—
I couldn’t stop.
I could see blood.
It’s spilt everywhere.
From my hair
To my thighs
To your hands filled with lies.
There is blood everywhere
And it tasted like salt from each tear
When I had to ask myself
Is there someone better?