One year of hell (let's talk in the basement)

I am the sting 

The sun burn brings

On the delicate 

small of your back 

I am the silence 

After a forest fire

The terror after a break 

The sore spot

When your heart 

Stops

I am pathetic 

I am a mess

I am a raped dress

No more

No less 

And to think

I walked around 

looking for an anniversary card,

While you tested and gutted 

and hung me out to dry. 

This day,

A celebration of sad tragic love, 

is the day I choose to let it die. 

It's been a year in the making. 

But let's talk in the basement 

October 17th 2017