I Was Wrong

My Broken Heart

I stifled my sobs,

held them at the base

of my throat.


You made me look 

like a fool

with your rejection.


I had to listen to you

go off-topic

for another half hour.


And then we hung up

and it might as well

have been a noose.


I ran to the liquor cabinet

and poured a glass of vodka,

let it coat my throat.


I hope it burns through 

the hole in my heart

and numbs my pain for tonight.


My mind spinning;

my heart racing;

my body shaking.


I looked in the mirror 

and didn't recognize myself;

my eyes blood-shot.


I was wrong about you. 

I was wrong. 

I was wrong.

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