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.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040