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The Belt

Barefoot, I tip toe
Down the corridor
To the room that was ours
But youíre not here no more

I open your closet
Now filled with empty space
There are few things youíve left
No more suits, such good taste

I close my eyes
Still smell your cologne
Grasp hold of the pillow
Still sad and alone

I play out my song
Set it out on repeat
I blast it and dance
To the classical beat

The tears havenít stopped
Since you walked out the door
Itís been íbout a week
Empty bottles fill the floor

I throw out some hangers
I find an old shirt
I scrunch it all up
Smell your scent and it hurts

I strip myself naked
And button it up
You left with no reason
And you left me fucked up

I find a leather belt
That you left in a box
Left among some old ties
And mementos and socks

I inhale the leather
Lay it out on the bed
The tears come back slowly
And I drop down my head

Grab hold of the belt
Twist it tight íround my neck
Push the end through the buckle
But itís too wide, I checked

Determined and desperate
I run down to the kitchen
Grab the drill from the drawer
And continue my mission

Lie back on the bed
Let myself cry it out
When Iím ready, I focus
Hold my screams, hold my shouts

Grasp onto the belt
Twist it íround once again
Itís much tighter this time
Find the hole, still my head

I start lashing and kicking
But itís not with regret
I canít breathe, I exhale
Yank it off, it wont let

I pull as I can
Try to unbuckle the clasp
But it just wonít give in
So I give up the task

My head feels so hot
My lips swell and I drool
My eyes are exploding
Yet I pull, such a fool

I cough and I spit
This is taking so long
In the distance
Take comfort in my life as a song

It is ďMoonlight SonataĒ
Such a classical tune
So much sadness, such comfort
Take my last breath too soon
Written by Diaryofabasketcase (Silvia Rosario)
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