"I Divorce Myself."
I saw you leave with him, and the old low down desperation
happens again.
Brain and groin clutch each other in my chest.
I'm tired of these stupid wounds, the dream of your going
sees my own death, doesn't it?
And aren't you sorry?
Weakness marries sorry every day.
So it's time I divorce myself, lover,
and you should give me nothing but my beggars pity
to throw away.
Be strong and be your own.
Tell me I should read this every day.