Puerto Rico feels cursed to me now.
Like the island swallowed the life I built
and spit me out empty.
Jackie left me there —
not just left me,
abandoned me like trash on the side of the road.
Didn’t even give me the dignity of a fight.
Just gone.
And me?
I stood there like a fool,
watching the world keep spinning
while my whole life got ripped out of my chest.
We were a unit, man.
We were supposed to be unbreakable.
Ride-or-die.
But when it got hard,
she didn’t ride and she didn’t die —
she ran.
Now?
Marriage is dead to me.
Fuck the papers, fuck the vows,
fuck the idea that two people can build something real
and not have it burned to the ground
the second one of them decides they’re bored.
Jackie broke something in me that won’t heal right.
Like a bone that set wrong,
crooked forever.
I’ll love women, sure —
feed them from my garden,
kiss them like they’re holy,
but I’ll never give one the power
to crush me like that again.
She turned my heart into a locked room.
And I swear on everything —
nobody’s getting a key.