The Last One

Piece by piece, I gave you me.

And carefully you placed them into a box,

stowed away beneath your bed

& as time passed,

you forgot it was there.

But there I lay, as you loved her on your bed.

All the while

I roamed the night, a ghost of your thoughts

something of the past.

So I kept all of my tears meant for you

and waited till I had enough

to drown my sorrows

to drown my self…

But when the time came, you came back

to claim me once more,

wanting that very last piece

of me.

Tracing my lips with your tongue

spelling out words

meaningless to you

that meant everything to me

as she sat in the audience

and laughed, while I

cried.

You laid me down, reopening my wounds

and she watched as I bled

for your own amusement.

So cruel you could be

after I had given you, me.

Me, to my barest soul

with my bare skin

all, all, alone.

So, so cruel that

you could be.

Despite the best of me.

With my nimble hands I held on

to the very last one.

The one you would never have.