And then it hits me
between my ribs, a little
to the left

Fuck you
Fuck you and goodbye

It’s 3 a.m. and the memories
crawls up into my bed

their scent is unbearable
smelling like sweat, alcohol,
your skin and my perfume

Fuck you
Fuck you and goodbye

I would never admit
you broke that thing
between my ribs, a little
to the left