time traveller

she's bringing it all down upon herself.
she winds her watch and feel the difference in hour.
but the difference is a season, it's a year.
then, she sees;
she's scoring years upon her arm
where birds could dance along the raised skin.
where happiness graced her closed-mouth grin.
she chooses mellow music,
she chooses him,
she chooses you.

she thinks that, in films
when the unreliable lover rushes back
to proclaim everlasting, undying, irrevocable
unconditional
love.
how convenient for them
that their object is waiting, instead of sat on the toilet.
or clipping their toenails.
or in bed with somebody else.
she often thinks that would happen to her.
they'd be pounding at the door,
and she'd be brushing her teeth.
they'd give up
and leave.