That Woman

That woman
has a backbone
the strength to tell you
all the ways she withheld her love.

How you grasped for her spine
as you held her one last time
whispered, “fuck,” as you came.

See
how she always let you in
spread her legs for you
took you into a place she never let the others enter
how she took you inside
grasped your sheets
as you fucked her into pain
that spine
how you will always see her back
when you try to fuck another
how you wish you could tear it out of her
work it into them
vertebrae by vertebrae
you’ll try to build her back.

Stack pieces of her
as you pretend you weren’t the storm that tore her apart
pretend how you’ll love her whole again
fuse all of those memories into them
but watch
as they stand crooked
as they collapse quicker than her foundation ever shook
how deep she sunk her heals into
your earth.

That woman
has a backbone
strong enough to bear your weight
soft enough to not break
that woman
has a backbone.

Remember her
when you try to fuck it into another
a delicate spine
simple enough for you to grasp
and when you whisper,
“fuck,” into her ear,
it will be

because you miss me.