You're the black filth
in the darkest
corner of my heart,
the churn
and drop
of my stomach when
an unsuspecting coworker
asks me about you.
The putrid brown of your eyes
rips through
the very fabric that held
my life together
and the naive and trusting
person I once was believed
you could be different
but oh how I was so wrong.
Permanent like a tattoo,
the memories of when you called
me "mine" are burned
into my wrist
and I gag every time
I look.