There is a J in Heartache

Oh, how I could have loved you, pleased
you better than any other woman
you will ever meet. You may think 

you have the slightest idea of what you

gave up but you have not even begun
to figure it out. Once you find yourself

only sleeping among dirty women
whose skin reek of drugs and privates
ache with disease you will remember me

and how we cuddled up on your couch,
you kissed my clean forehead and smelt
my washed hair; How our lips fit perfectly

together and I didn’t taste like the butt
end of a cigarette. Yet, I foretold this to be
the outcome from succumbing to a J.

Just as J’s rolled, breathed in, harm,
you, when considered, break hearts.