It has been said
The slight angle
Of the Y in goodbye
Could slice a throat
Or maybe, I imagine it
Everytime you left me
With a slight of shoulder
And dagger for eyes
Criticisms cut deep
And I still bear the scars
From each of your suggestions
Criss cross marks, your expectations
Welts on my back, and shortcomings
A list tattooed on my neck
Your words, fragments
From sentences fired from a careless tongue
And I am one of many
You left as outlines outside your door
Poetic Trials 
so…. profound….