I looked into your eyes,
Hoping these to be true,
What I didn't see were lies.

I dreamt about you, please,
Holy Love of mine were you,
Who new loves you better than me?

Innocent they look as pure as ice,
Hopping without any rue,
When did I not see the lies?

I hoped for it to sustain long,
Hell, I didn't know they'd rust,
Where should I sing my swansong?

I trusted your romantic promise,
How you broke my trust,
Why these deceiving eyes?

I now suspect that you lie,
Hey, you can't cheat on me,
Whom new did you learn to love?

skidding down the slopes
of a Friday afternoon
deadlines looming fast
my rickety toboggan
- clattering alarmingly -
navigates the final run
and with a sharp turn
delivers me sweaty-arsed
but still in one piece
to the door of my weekend
at six on the dot

there was
a boy
who brought me
flowers
everyday

but it's just sad
that I can't
touch,
see, or
smell them
cause

I'm
six
feet
under ~

you don’t owe anybody
                        emotionally,
            other than
yourself.