From now on the only highlights of my nights
will be Schweppes and ***** and
torturing myself over your Facebook profile
with a smile on my face and eyes
too heavy to cry.

And you will be texting her
God knows what sweet words,
and you will be looking forward
to the next time she says I love you,
and you will be refusing to go to bed
before wishing her a proper good night.

I know that
the memory of me will slowly die
where her hips begin
until I mean nothing
and you will forget me altogether one day
and you will want her more than you can say.


F.Z.N