01/04/2013

She woke up that morning

With runny mascara and way too high hopes

For the guy she’d been f*****g

Because he was a struggling artist

And has whispered to her her favourite quotes

 

“That day went by slowly”

Because she waited for his phone call

That never came, obviously

Poor her

She’d been just about ready to fall

 

In love he told her he was

Well isn’t that bullshit

Her heart all covered in fuzz

Too bad

His shirts were a close fit

 

When she wore them

On Sundays

When he begged her for morning sex

Again

And his blue eyes

Couldn’t cease to amaze

 

Her, with her skinny legs

Bony arms

Angular face

Gave in

To love

And she woke up that morning

To realize she’d been fucked over

Again