Tears Fall on Berber

Day 15 – “O” OVER! (Ahh.. Breakups) 

Sitting on the floor,
new living room.
Boxes surround
on brown berber.
You cry.

Left a week ago.
Filled my car with the things
we bought together.
Dishes.
Curtains, comforter, cutlery.

Your mother came by,
the key you made her.
Arms crossed,
glaring 
watching me hurt her son.
She didn’t know why.

You broke it.
Trying now to save
yourself.
Meaningless, empty
forced tears.

You fucked her,
Suzie, the blonde
from the bar.
Angry when I asked.

What a waste.
Exhausted, finished,
I’m gone.

 

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14 thoughts on “Tears Fall on Berber

  1. I must admit that when I first saw the title of this piece, I thought it said ‘Beiber’ and my reaction was GOOD – I hope I’ll never have to hear another news story about this creepy kid (a rare show of my inside voice).
    This was a very poignant and touching piece. Reality or fiction?

      1. SO grateful. I truly believe everything happens for a reason and if I hadn’t been through all that, I never would have met the amazing man who is now my husband. 🙂

        Learned so much from that period of my life. And so much great content for writing! 🙂

    1. Oh my goodness, yes! It was really rough but a total blessing in disguise!

      Quite therapeutic. 🙂 I have a few pieces based off of this toxic relationship that will make for great additions to some longer pieces of fiction (novel or longer stories) some day!

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