Grief Stricken, In Tears, Drunk on the Floor

Artwork by Florian Nicolle

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You laid waste to yourself now you’re full arsed bare
but you were afraid, so afraid
he’d leave you
get bored
if you didn’t give it up
you were fearful he wouldn’t care

and he did leave
now you’re heart-less:
you gave that away
you’re soul-less:
you sold that to make him stay
and you’re mind-less:
because you lost that long ago
now you’re home-less as well
because you can’t live on your own
it’s too scary to live
inside yourself
you’re too wary of the silence
and the thoughts that
live there tempting self violence

but darling can’t you at least
find a way to live without a man
for a day or a week
then you may cease the experiment
but if you just tried
you really would find that
there are a thousand loves more permanent

he’s called a “user”
his job is to take what is yours
and that’s why you’re now
grief stricken
in tears
drunk
on the floor

Yes dear heart. You can live without him

Author: Politrixie

Politrixie the Political Mistress is a blogger, reader, poet and feminist. I am a mistress of mischief, an arty scholar and an Ivy League heffa.

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