Untitled Poem.

By Mickey Stosser


And he said “I’m sorry”

And then he left

And then I’m left

Standing there wondering what to do next


My first thought is to run to you

While my limbs are still holding on by a thread

But it’s not the first time

And it won’t be the last

That I hear your voice in my head


“Don’t come crying to me when

Inevitably he leaves again

Because I’ve picked you up off the ground

Piece by piece

Too many times

And I know you can’t see your own blood

Through your rose coloured glasses

But I can

And I can see mine too

And I’m done bleeding out for this man who doesn’t care about you

Like I do”


So my tendons snap

And my shoulders fall to the floor

And I sit

And watch my blood pour