leaving,
he dumped all the love on me like it was a failed last-ditch-attempt puppy, that only widened cracks into chasms by that look of feigned innocence now solely my responsibility.
what the fuck do i do with it now? it shits everywhere, destroys my house, barks me awake at night.
it's not even that cute and goddamn unruly since i've had to handle it alone all the damn time. it doesn't even know what it is for fuck's sake.
so i kick it.
repeatedly
and in vital places.
it just looks at me dumbly, loverless love loyal in spite.
just get rid of it - it makes me sick, really.
all deformed, like that.
