(Published at The Writers Club)

I left just the other
fucking night.
Without your help,
over the past year,
I looked inside
of myself, finding
what I’d improved.
I took a deep breath
before my packed bags
laid by the door.
I took two
steps forward,
and three back,
back to your
doorsteps, forgiving
yet another night
because I hate to fight
over lipstick stains
on my pillowcase.

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