Your fight has come to its close.
There you can stand, broken and alone,
Like that flamingo with both feet firmly in the mud
What did you think of yourself?
Was it worth the sacrifice? Was it worth the gain?
Teeming masses of what used to be friendship squirm beneath
Your well-tailored sneaker soles, and fuck! What a waste
You were to me.
God, what a waste.
Like the mirror that hangs in the empty house, you
See nothing but yourself, all empty and
Covered in the prosthetic dust of make-believe love
No one looks in you! Not for that confidence you boast!
What a fool was I to lay the hands of sin on your skin
And to think with so many imperfections
Not a smudge, but a streak of sunshine
What stands to remain but resentment?
You’re like that garbage bin that never gets changed—
Sure, you once served a cause, you were once looked after
But now you’re faded and overflowing with the
Same old shit that’s always been shoved down
Pity! None! None for you,
No broken feelings for the empty armoire,
No remorse or regret for the collar without a pet
But the abandoned cat?
Where did you think my eyes sat
While you so slowly devoured my world and
Left only the entrails of dreams and promises of love
And better times
Do you think they saw you for what you were?
No. No, I just looked into your cracked eyes
Made myself a home there within
And then believed in it.
Oh! Forget you, you stone wall
That never had the luxury of falling down like I did.
I hope the morning dew
Rusts your reflective soul.