I cry alone in the kitchen
Soft burbles on the outside
Giant blubbering within.
I can’t let him see what has happened my heart
He never even knew it was gone.
Wretched. Wicked. Wrecked.
Him. Me.Him.
The smell of burnt rice reminds me of my place
So I wipe my face
Breathe deeply, stop the whines
It is after all Valentine’s.
(C) Slumpless
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