Disremembrance
The clock marks time
tick
tick
tick
it’s been long enough now
that I almost can’t recall
why I fell in love with you in the first place
Maybe it was your stellar acting skills
A regular Shakespeare of the long distance relationship
prancing on the stage
waiting for my applause from the front row
and you, merely
throwing me crumbs, always giving me excuses
of why you couldn’t give me actual time
More of the
tick
tick
tick
I chastise myself for holding on too long
ignoring what was staring me in the face
anxiety mounting
tearing at my fresh skin, newly healed
Your claws digging deeper
into the fresh carrion which was my
already abused heart
the wounds you left more devastating
because they were poisoned with the lie of love
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 