Multicoloured streamers torn and confetti
spread below your feet. A whole pile
of my insides just for you. The baseball bat
swings loosely in your muscled hand
and all the while, I lay here, silent.

These are the last words I have for you.

Love is for the weak and so I fought it.
But you drove it into me against my will,
waited for me to dissolve in it
then left my love behind
and left me lying still.