27 days of hunger

27 days of hunger
and one inch from
the certainty of death
on the rocks below

and I finally knew
that this was the day
that I could leave you

do want to tell me again
how I never suffered
at your hand?

how you were
the exemplary
man who brought
flowers

and cooked
dinners and built
the very rafters

that I wished I had
the courage to
hang myself from

to escape your
kindness, your
terrible gifts

that never made
up for the suffering
do you wish to remind me
one more time

how you broke your
back for the material
things I never cared
about to begin with

because I'll tell you
how I broke my spirit,
tore my soul to shreds
and spent every ounce
of compassion I had

to love you unconditionally,
stand between you
and anything that might
cut too deep

no matter how many
new ways you found
to destroy me
I would pull myself
together enough

to give you that love
that you never
for a moment
truly deserved

tell me again
that you are the only one
who will ever love
a broken bitch
like me

and I will remind you
that I am still gone
and I will mend
while you continue, alone,
to bleed