It Happened 
When you left me, I broke.
I shattered like brittle old glass--
Breaking on a hard wood floor
Shards cutting the bottom of my naked feet,
Not too deep,
Just little streaks of a man's blood,
Alone I sat on my saggy powder blue couch with old whiskey stains
I twisted my foot sideways on my knee and took tweezers and pulled out the broken glass
Small tears rolled down my cheeks, and rested on my bottom lip and tasted like salty whiskey stains
I called my friend Eddy and told him another girl left me
He asked if brittle glass broke on a hard wood floor and if its shards bloodied my naked feet.
I said, Yeah
He said: I hate when that happens