The things we do for love

Max Liebermann

Love like blood

There’s blood across the kitchen

All over me

Barry Carberry

My guts are hanging out

And I’m trailing the past behind.

Slimy broken relationships

Sinuous and weeping

Failures caustic, red hot

I’ve tried to make amends

Yet it’s still not satisfactory.

So I say, it’s all here
Laid out bare

What else do you want?

You’re hiding something, she insists

You asshole!
Why do you do this to me?

What are you talking about? I have nothing left to give.

My entrails slop onto the floor and my legs give way.

I should be enough for you!

You are but…

What do you need friends for? Female friends?

I don’t care about them anymore. Or anyone. I swear.

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Liar!                                                          

My hip disintegrates and my spine wriggles on the floor

Like a bony snake.

I just need something for myself.

You selfish bastard!

Defeated, my heart flops like a deflated puffer fish

Trying to swim away

I scoop it up and shove it back in the muck

But it doesn't fit anymore.

God you are so narcissistic.

Maybe. I guess. But …

No fucking buts. I’ve had it.

*coughing* I think I have to.

Only thinking of yourself. So typical.

Time for one last thought.

She’s still not happy.

Feel free to replace Woman with Man or Man with Man or Woman with Woman. You know the drill (to the head).


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