Love Poem #56 (Repost October 2015)

So fresh was the breakup
Her pictures were plastered
Across his dating profile
He hadn’t figured out the new wallpaper
Or started to peel her away
This brings me to our crossing
Meeting me for dinner
As I was settling into a new year
He still smelled like his old relationship
Musty and burnt
As if every memory was sizzling in his eyes
A wildfire in broken house
He still wished to reside in
I felt his claws that night
He tried to take
My life
Pulling away my experiences, my energy
To accommodate this growing hole
A hole pulsing her name
It had grown teeth
And all he could do was keeping feeding it
His future
So he tried to bend me twist me
To accommodate
His feet
I am not a pair of shoes
And I was never going to become her

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