...

I guess that's what happens when a man is everything to you.
You lose everything when he leaves.

And then you are a nothing girl,
You sit and stare at the walls
And try to remember how life went
When you were about 15 and boys
Weren't as important as school or friends.

You try to pick up the pieces
And cut your fingers on some
But still the same, you try.

You realize you don't smile anymore
So you practice til you can coax
Brilliant sunny dispositions out of air,
And laugh with movie star grace
At the monotony of existence.

You recite your name
So you remember who you were.