POEM: Love Lost III

I stand here before you

 

All I ever owned

flung at your feet.

 

My eyes;

your private peepshow

into my soul.

 

Look at me, before you.

 

My present

tied up in you.

 

Life before you

never existed;

how could it have?

 

This is me, before you.

 

Stripped.

Stripped to the bone.

 

I will cut down

a forest with my bare hands

to build our home.

 

But you care fuck-all.

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