“Exit”
PART V: Literary Definitions: An Anthology
I’ve always had the Irish Goodbye down to a science.
Same could be said about the French Exit.
But an abrupt and quite disgusting “misunderstanding” (I say that, because I’m still not sure what happened or even what to believe,) prompted me to write the following poem after an exit from a man I had a situationship with in December of 2023.
I love how artists today are singing about the real sting of the end of a situationship. Taylor, Sabrina, and the likes.
I left the love of my life in March of 2023. By December 2023, I met a man who I spent only a few weeks with. A man who would ultimately and utterly hurt me to no end. A man who lied to me about the most disgusting thing a person can lie about. A con man.
Words I would normally covet, as I sometimes refer to myself as a con man. A liar, I might be. But I draw the line at certain lies. Disgusting lies. Lies that carry the weight of karma.
I don’t know why this one sent me over the edge. But his departure, and how he exited my life was gut wrenching. I was in a bad way for quite some time.
