Getting What He Wants
by
Juliet Peters
There it is,
leaking from my body, in pain,
another month closer
to inability,
the part of me that can embrace, generate,
nourish, fulfill, impart,
dying, unnoticed, forgotten,
abandoned by the one
who would rather have a dead relationship
with someone who only embraces cold
empty fixes for a day.
It is what he wants;
it is what he gets.
Copyright 2010
lamehousewife
