Sitting In A Coffee Shop Wondering If I Pulled My Hair Out, Would You Love Me More? Poem by Audrey Stephenson

You used to write beautiful poems that lived above the box spring
Your words fell like blossoms that I would cling to
Until hung on a crucifix too small to carry me
The concerns of this world hardly get to sleep
Ever
You used to pull my hair behind my ears
And kiss my cheek
Brushing it with that beard that spread like a stain across your face
But now you spend your time with other women
Talking about how hard it is waking up next to me
Well, darling...
I hope it’s hard
I hope it’s insufferable
I hope each morning you die a little bit more inside
Loving you is like watching children drown