after you left
there was nothing,
all of it
scraped out,
the torso hollowed,
the heart
the lungs
the liver,
gone
the eyes
plucked,
the tongue
removed,
the rest
just empty,
sprawled
dead drunk
across sheets
that still smelled
of you,
of your hair,
of the taste of everything
you were
and I wondered
how you could
leave a man
who loved you
like that,
who would
lay it all out
in exchange
for all the shit
you handed back
but I know now
I wasn’t supposed
to love,
only use
that’s what
tripped me up







