ode to my exes and the fuckboys, both alive and dead.

I have grieved you 

far longer than I ever 

even loved you

warped myself to

dazzle you long

enough to trick you

into staying forever,

or just a night 

your botched escape 

third time’s our 

grand finale 

I celebrate the lives

that I get to live alone 

with, and without sarcasm

I weep, cross legged 

on the bridge, wind ripping

my soul sliding past

my lips and over

the brink 

a woman jogging

shouts:  baby! 

baby, are you okay?!

I wince and look away

thanking dusk

while I light a blunt