the stanzas
that made it all fine
poems telling
stories about life
when I was your
miserable wife
it all came so
easily to me
there was
nothing I couldn’t be
never cared, anymore
or less
never wanted
to be the best
just an outlet
that kept me sane
kept me from
doing terrible things
I felt better
getting it all out
eventually I wouldn’t
doubt
all I said was
the painful truth
nothing left,
no more to do
all my sadness
turned to hate
never low on things
to say
no looking
back, just walked away
hoping that
someday you’d pay
wishing that
we’d never met
trying
desperately to forget
it’s all gone
now, nothing left
my heart and
soul was put to death
memories
strangled my last breath
what you stole
- intellectual theft
now I can
honestly say I’m fine
though you
took all that was mine
I don’t care
so don’t even stress
I don’t hate
you any more or less
what happened
may be for the best
you’re just
like all the fucking rest
incapable of
love, you’re blessed
to be cursed
forever by your stress
forever lost
like a plague or pest
heard a voice
invite me as their guest
as I feel
tightening in my chest
I’ll be going
any day I guess
©July 2014 –
Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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