When I lose you, I win a battle with myself

And my teeth attack a vulgar tongue

Slinging slurs at my indiscretion;

For feigning no dowry,

No reason for you to stay

Filling my glass of self-contempt

And guzzling its thick, sweet sedation

A victorious stab

Against the bleeding heart

I would be nursing

If its lethargic pulsing

Didn’t stand so strongly

As the trophy that I hold

For smothering my hopes for you

And for my own well-being

That I’ve chosen to forget.