Don't be weak
Don't be weak
Don't give in to too soft lips
And compliant eyes
And repeatedly hard apologies
Don't sigh
Don't cry
On christmas day
Her dirty blonde hair
Splayed garishly in the blinking red/green lights
Or so I imagine it
Was she fucking worth it?
Or was I not worth fidelity
Half-moon fingernail marks
On my inner wrists
My bed, my sanctuary
So cold on my own
Shivering in unwashed cheetah-print sheets
As the coffee stagnates across the room
You transition quickly from lover to stalker
Haven't I the right not to see you?
Not to hear you?
Or have you left me not even that?
Fuck you.
Literally, then figuratively
You were always so good
(certainly you've had enough practice)
But I'm changing my number
So go away
Please don't give me sympathy
I have lost nothing worth missing
And he needs it more
Look...
His hands shake
His eyes water
His voice cracks
I would say he were a broken man
If he weren't such a child
I have lost nothing
He is nothing
I am free
