conversations with him: 0.05

my first thought
is you, when I open
my eyes, alone in my bed.
when you fuck her,
I pray for your health,
wrapped in my frustrations
and jealousy, alone in my bed.
It used to ache, the pain
but I’ve learned how
to live with it, bleeding
profusely from a wound
that has me crazy in the head…


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