after

after
he's a poet who
doesn't like to write
a man who calls
only when he has something to say
an admitted human
aware and submissive to
his living contradictions
healthy
but making me sick
because we lived and breathed
and one day
insignificant seemingly
as any other
he snatched himself from me
over words
not meant to deal lasting blows
managing to sever as with
a surgeons steady scalpel
his influence love taunting
attention vibrant color
that was a wonderful addition to
my pallet
i hate him