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Every Man For Himself
He left a hole
in the fabric of my being
and I replaced it
with my shitty bartender’s
cheap bourbon.
He put a crevasse in my soul bigger than any canyon
in the desert.
What was there to do
but fill it with a sea of dick?
He left me for dead
behind a dumpster of pathetic,
Whispering,
“That’s where you belong”
I had to burn myself
with the back of a hot knife,
in the hidden places
between bruised thighs,
just to breathe again
and resuscitate my savagely assaulted heart.
He made me the main attraction
in a room of men
Who look for the girl
whose light went out.
So what do they do?
They fuck me
as if they can turn me back on.
I let them try as hard as they like.
I smile because I feel nothing and that’s how you save yourself.
in the fabric of my being
and I replaced it
with my shitty bartender’s
cheap bourbon.
He put a crevasse in my soul bigger than any canyon
in the desert.
What was there to do
but fill it with a sea of dick?
He left me for dead
behind a dumpster of pathetic,
Whispering,
“That’s where you belong”
I had to burn myself
with the back of a hot knife,
in the hidden places
between bruised thighs,
just to breathe again
and resuscitate my savagely assaulted heart.
He made me the main attraction
in a room of men
Who look for the girl
whose light went out.
So what do they do?
They fuck me
as if they can turn me back on.
I let them try as hard as they like.
I smile because I feel nothing and that’s how you save yourself.
Published 25th Jun 2017
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25th Jun 2017 7:42am
bruises & burns
that burned away her emotions;
men left it as barren as an abandoned ship...
that burned away her emotions;
men left it as barren as an abandoned ship...
26th Jun 2017 1:25am
26th Jun 2017 2:31am
Send me a text next time when one of those clods is having their way.
I'll get you off Poetspeak style with words and sensation. ...
Great to see you back
Missed your raw
P
I'll get you off Poetspeak style with words and sensation. ...
Great to see you back
Missed your raw
P
26th Jun 2017 3:49pm
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3rd Jul 2017 00:32am
27th Mar 2018 5:49am
As I been reading the writings from people on DUP. I have been trying to descern reality from fantasy. To really understand the hearts of many.. Be well.
16th Sep 2019 00:00am
Not sure fucking men is the answer here, especially as the protagonist appears to be emotionally unstable. Their better judgement is obviously being affected. Stop!
13th May 2024 2:14pm
This poem is a raw and powerful depiction of the aftermath of heartbreak and betrayal. The imagery of a hole in the fabric of the speaker's being, replaced by alcohol and empty encounters, paints a stark picture of emotional pain and self-destructive coping mechanisms. The metaphor of a crevasse in the soul, deeper than any desert canyon, underscores the magnitude of the hurt inflicted.
The poem delves into the speaker's journey of self-preservation and survival in the face of abandonment and degradation. The visceral imagery of burning oneself with a hot knife and seeking solace in physical pain is gut-wrenching yet indicative of the lengths one might go to in order to numb the emotional anguish.
The final lines, where the speaker describes allowing others to try to "turn me back on" with physical intimacy, reveal a sense of detachment and numbness, a defense mechanism against further hurt. The smile that accompanies this detachment becomes a symbol of resilience and self-preservation, a means of "saving yourself" when all else seems lost.
Overall, "Every Man For Himself" is a poignant and unflinching exploration of the complexities of healing from heartbreak and reclaiming one's sense of self amidst the wreckage of shattered trust and shattered dreams.
The poem delves into the speaker's journey of self-preservation and survival in the face of abandonment and degradation. The visceral imagery of burning oneself with a hot knife and seeking solace in physical pain is gut-wrenching yet indicative of the lengths one might go to in order to numb the emotional anguish.
The final lines, where the speaker describes allowing others to try to "turn me back on" with physical intimacy, reveal a sense of detachment and numbness, a defense mechanism against further hurt. The smile that accompanies this detachment becomes a symbol of resilience and self-preservation, a means of "saving yourself" when all else seems lost.
Overall, "Every Man For Himself" is a poignant and unflinching exploration of the complexities of healing from heartbreak and reclaiming one's sense of self amidst the wreckage of shattered trust and shattered dreams.
