You discard them

Block them

As if I wouldn't notice.

I call 67

a female voice is noted.

She is quiet

In denial

She doesn't know you.

Numbers blocked in your phone.

"Going fishing"

Brings no fish home.

Addicted to your phone

Addicted to women when you aren't home.

I feel so alone

No warm embrace

Lack of tenderness.

Your sour taste.

Empty ***

Your anger explodes

No need to yell

Hit things

No need to pull a belt towards a 6yr old

My broken heart

Home of 4

Soon to be 5..

Fallen apart.

Everlasting lies drip from your rotting mouth.

Wanting to leave

But

No where to go.

Clinging to the past

Hoping hope will show.

Gnawing for a way out.

The weight you've left me with I will carry on my back

Once we leave there is no coming back.