Handing out flyers

To strangers 

To make quite sure they know 

I once loved you

If I am anything but

Tired

I am awake at all hours

To shoo away the flies

Buzzing at my brain

I deny my body what it is 

Made of

And I sometimes piss blood

In honor of your leaving

That is no reason to

Remember my time

Cutting to pieces the tools

That used to 

In search of reconciliation 

With our affections 

To have known even a little existence

As we laid over my bed sheets 

And never under

I guess you could call me lucky

But I prefer to call it

Abuse