Just Breathe

We’ve said goodbye 

seven times

in seven days. 

And the hardest 

was the second time 

I saw your face. 

I will apolgize 

for the rest of my life. 

so I’m sorry the air 

is easier to breathe when 

I’m alone on my own two feet. 

But I guess it feels like

I stole the air straight 

from your chest. 

I still feel the need 

to take care you. 

And that’s hard to face,

when I’m finally trying 

to take care of me too. 

I’m sorry

for every goodbye

you weren’t listening

close enough to hear. 

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Step by Step

You may not feel so alone in the bed you staked your claim in. You won’t miss him at night, sleeping alone is a habitat you thrive in. 

But Everytime you visit the grocery store you will reach for his favorite foods, and you never learned how too cook for one. So maybe you will stop. 

You don’t miss the feel of his skin, but every morning you notice that his toothbrush is no longer where it belongs. 

You stopped tripping over his shoes in the hall. 

You started to skip over the songs he would play on repeat. 

You make twice as much coffee as you can drink.

You scrub the floors every evening, just to stay out of bed. 

You sleep with pillows behind your back at night. 

You want to throw everything he has ever touched. 

You let men cover your skin with their finger prints so you can no longer feel his. 

Love

She said sometimes

we fight for everything but each other. 

Our battles and our demons 

start to look like the person in the mirror.

And it’s easiest to project them 

on the only person still laying near. 

Blackout 

I drank too much last night,

drinking in the attention

from my low neckline,

skin tight, red dress 

I wanted you to see me in. 

There were hands on my body, 

that belonged to men 

with no business touching me. 

Paying for drinks,

to see where it would end. 

I came home alone. 

But I only remember half of the night. 

I woke up alone,

the skin tight dress a heap on the floor,

and you are half way 

across the country,

returning to a wife that does not

deserve you. 

And I will be waiting to play house 

when you return to me. 

Entiltled

He texted to tell me 

He will love me for the rest His life. 

like He wants an apology

for a death sentence. 

Like this is a math equation 

that is bigger than me,

and I have no right

to go subtracting.