I feel my pain
Like a needle in the soul.
Prinks and points in my being.
I feel my pain
As death creeps into my bed
Where we lay, mourning
Our broken relationship
That was dashed to pieces
When you cut me your words.

I feel my pain
At the bottom of a bottle.
I drank it at dawn on the subway
As I rode away from you.
The pain is so overwhelming
I can to cry in public
But I can’t because I am a man
And I should not even be writing
Poetry because if anyone found out
I would be called gay.
Maybe that’s what
My pain is really about?
If only I had a vagina.