She wonders how many
Other hearts he’s broken
Like hers. She just wants to
Lie and sleep and forget the
Creep. But even in sleep, he’s
There and her old wanting
Him lights up again with all
The despair. She sits and stares
At walls drinking too much,
Forgets what her mother once
Said of men: all such and such.
She’s considered ending it all,
Overdosing, leaping in front of
A train, jumping from some tall
Building and splat loud to the
Sidewalk. People will know then
How she loved and lost; they’ll
Softly talk. Yet her coward self
Puts such thoughts aside, cannot
Bear the thought of the mess left,
Someone else to share her distress.
She lights up a cigarette and inhales
And tries to forget. Other hearts are
Not her heart; their pain and hurt not
Hers to feel; his betrayal, lack of real
Concern, hurts and burns her still. She
Wants to wipe away his words, unstick
His kisses, unfeel his touches, unsex
His sexuality poured and stored now
Turned sour. The wall has no ears to
Hear, no lips to say, sorry for your lost
Love my dear. Just wallpaper fading, the
Odd pattern and the echo of words that
Seem to say over and over, you slattern.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
She wonders how many
Other hearts he’s broken
Like hers. She just wants to
Lie and sleep and forget the
Creep. But even in sleep, he’s
There and her old wanting
Him lights up again with all
The despair. She sits and stares
At walls drinking too much,
Forgets what her mother once
Said of men: all such and such.
She’s considered ending it all,
Overdosing, leaping in front of
A train, jumping from some tall
Building and splat loud to the
Sidewalk. People will know then
How she loved and lost; they’ll
Softly talk. Yet her coward self
Puts such thoughts aside, cannot
Bear the thought of the mess left,
Someone else to share her distress.
She lights up a cigarette and inhales
And tries to forget. Other hearts are
Not her heart; their pain and hurt not
Hers to feel; his betrayal, lack of real
Concern, hurts and burns her still. She
Wants to wipe away his words, unstick
His kisses, unfeel his touches, unsex
His sexuality poured and stored now
Turned sour. The wall has no ears to
Hear, no lips to say, sorry for your lost
Love my dear. Just wallpaper fading, the
Odd pattern and the echo of words that
Seem to say over and over, you slattern.
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