An emptiness speaks to me.




He wants his jumper back.
He gave it to me last night
To stave off Winter's plight.

But it didn't help much.
It didn't fit. Nothing about him does.
Apart from when we shagged
In the worst place at the worst time.
It felt like committing a crime

Against my own dignity.
I thought I wanted it.
My friends were doing it.
Perhaps next week I'll feel
Different. But he turns the reel

To pull me in, on his hook.
I just wanted to swim. Or drown.
Whichever's easiest.
It felt nice to be desired.
But all he's inspired

Is resentment.
Contained by emptiness.
The little flame
Is running out of fuel.
I've been played a fool.