Too painful to bear,

the loss, the choice,

the dreadful abyss

of letting go.

Why not to share?

I asked to myself and

I asked to the first,

but the answer came

in a slap.

Oh, my face, the shame,

the red, the blood,

in my cheeks,

on the ground.

See, that bloody thing,

bloodying the floor,

is my fucking heart,

dramatic and alive

wishing to die.

I asked to the second,

and received, this time,

a kiss with lingering

bitterness.

“Duplicitous little bitch,”

they said with a choked voice

and left me,

making the choice.

The first one showed me

sudden kindness,

and took my meaty feelings

from the cold

bloodied floor.

But they only cradled it

in their soft warm hands

to drop it better in the trash.

Shall I make it my home?

I think stupidly to myself,

shedding lazy tears

that taste like glass and gall.