to the Whore that stole my Poems

how did you get in here;
pulled the trigger
that terrible bullet
killing my guts
the shot's been like
sucking good cigarettes
or pouring my heart t'you
time and
again.

together in a rut
you've been wasting my time
left your sorrow
in my ruined desperation
got me mind-trapped
in your hell
of emotions 

please fade
away.

and before she dies, she says
'tough it out'
and then she's gone.

"I see where I have made plenty of poets 
but not so very much 
poetry."