Wilted Flowers

November 21, 2017
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I didn’t hurt him that badly;




She left me with a black eye
because men don’t feel any pain.


And I’ve never felt more hurt in my life.
They are emotionless,



But it wasn’t just physical,
like statues on a liquid black night;


it was excruciating, mental pain.
I might have drank too much.



She came home drunk one night
But there was no denial,



And accused me of the absolute worst;
he smelled like yellow daisies



of being unfaithful
and I reeked of black roses.




But how loyal was she?
I was laid off from my job



Her friends told me she ditched work
He was in the way



And next thing I know she’s in front of me
And I did some things I sort of regret.

Throwing an unforgiving punch my way
Bailey saw our fight



I cried harder when I saw our daughter
The waterfall of tears distressed me


Looking up at us, sobbing
How did I let this come so far?


How did we even get to this point?
To let my anger become me







I should have noticed the signs earlier
I left a note on the front door



The next morning I found her note
And signed it with smudged lipstick


That she kissed with trembling lips
Goodbye




Goodbye





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