Are you happy, now?

Are you happy with yourself, now?
Now that you have cut me entirely out of your life?
Like the leftovers from paper cutouts?
What do you have left, now, for the shape you have carved there?

Are you happy with yourself, now?
Now that you have pushed me away, entirely?
For you to have room for your boats and your women and your cruelty and your fear...
Do you miss that space that I used to fill?
Or has it washed down the drain
like the bloody water from gutting the fish you caught...

Are you happy with yourself, now?
Having finally completely replaced me with your pornographic fantasies...
Do you still envision me as you jack off?
Or is it someone else, now
Someone new that you are trying to own....