Lyric Poem

People make promises all the time, then they turn right around and break them.
Break me, break things.
Like the lamp you threw at me
in the dark,
wires piercing my veins:
“Look, I made your eyes light up.”
Tears race, spine breaks.
Back slammed into mattress so hard,
earth quakes. Voice shakes. Whiskey
breath in my ear, singing another
wasted lullaby.
No maybe, no baby.
You never had me at hello,
but at first glance, breath
caught in my throat—
Your hands tighten on my neck:
“Can I make you feel that way again?”
One mess,
One bed,
I am,
no baby.

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