Billy

at first he broke your heart,
but soon moved on to better things.
the windows to your apartment,
the vases your mother had given you,
that bookshelf you had lovingly assembled

just like the diagram had said.
and you would cry & moan,
chew on stolen pills
because you weren’t sure what hurt you most,
the memory of that broken heart
or the splinters from the shelf.

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