I opened my soul in the dark. To you, it was a roll around the park. To you, what was I? A laugh? A whore? An easy ride? All your courtesy and respect died. You left me out to dry.
You saw everything you had to see, and cut contact with me. I cried as if I was bereft but my eyes are clear now. You’re the one who has lost out. You’ll chase after some glossy glam girl, and then another. You’ll smirk but you’ll never be truly happy. And now I’m happier that we’re apart.
Jen Hughes is a Scottish writer who has been writing poetry from age 7. Her works have been published in online journals and magazines such as Oletangy Review and Minus Paper.
Her website: dearoctopuswriting.wordpress.