Steady and ready
I get prepared to spill the beans
I found you! Oh Thomas, I did!

Oh Thomas incubus of my 20 first poems
In my ***** blue hair and unsteady mind
between eggs and ham
I find you unexpected
that I find happily chatting with his colleagues
That ***** mole of yours, enticing me
Enticing me? I can remember how you did
That pink haired girl in your bed
that would never give head
But her body is on fire
The water starts to flow inside
That girl trapped in between
in between herself
but still loving you

Oh Thomas
How you left me these Xmas
I thought you would be my everything
my teacher, the lighthouse to me
But
We couldn't make it far
Just a kiss and a tender touch
in a hidden cocktail bar
And that's what we were
Nothing more at all
Ephemeral love brought forward true love
You are nothing but a stain
an accident (like everything else)

Thomas. Pig. Fake.