cuff links

(wrote this at work today)

She never gets
How things go
Like why blood flows
And stains the carpet
Even when she screams
“Please stop it”
Blood still flows

It’s not love
Unless there’s pain
To ease all this pain
It’s all over she thinks
When he puts back on the diamond cuff links
And he wears a smile so well
One that he keeps from her
But gives to the other girl

She thinks it’s funny how
All these diamond, golden, silvery things
How they really don’t mean a thing
How love is a word it’s not a verb.
It’s just a word.

She comes into the courtroom
Where “His Honor” is gone
Her left eye swollen, cheeks turned blue
Only her face speaks, it’s true

The jury stands
But gets caught by the window
--eyes they wander
Only want to go home

Mr. Cuff Links
He finally shows
Trails in late
Followed by perfume

And the case
It is absolved
And the gavel
It is thrown

And the world turns to stare
As she is denied her share
And a tear falls on her pillow
As she welcomes the next fellow
To her bed and
To her love and
To her pain
To ease her pain

She said,
“I’m so tired.
I’m through.
I’m so tired
Of you.”