Oh... I'Ll Get Over It... I Guess! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Your love
turned out to be

a big old nasty
evil looking fish

about to eat
little old tasty me.

So?

So, I did what
Any self respecting sea slug
would do in that situation.

I split
myself open
&
ejected 94%
of my intestines
at you

and for good measure my respiratory organs
Oh and a gonad or two.

while you feasted
on my ejected insides

I quickly
made good my escape

Growing quietly
(a little sadly)
but amazingly

the missing bits
back.

Oh, it took sometime mind...
(and I was never myself again)
but hey what does that matter...it was better
than being eaten up

by the big old nasty evil looking fish your love turned out to be.