Piece by piece, I gave you
me.
And carefully you placed
them into a box,
stowed away beneath your bed
& as time passed,
you forgot it was there.
But there I lay, as you
loved her on your bed.
All the while
I roamed the night, a ghost
of your thoughts
something of the past.
So I kept all of my tears
meant for you
and waited till I had enough
to drown my sorrows
to drown my self…
But when the time came, you
came back
to claim me once more,
wanting that very last piece
of me.
Tracing my lips with your
tongue
spelling out words
meaningless to you
that meant everything to me
as she sat in the audience
and laughed, while I
cried.
You laid me down, reopening
my wounds
and she watched as I bled
for your own amusement.
So cruel you could be
after I had given you, me.
Me, to my barest soul
with my bare skin
all, all, alone.
So, so cruel that
you could be.
Despite the best of me.
With my nimble hands I held
on
to the very last one.
The one you would never
have.
