Monday, 26 July 2010

Dog House

Temporary lovers sneered at my past

They poked fun
Pissed on my merits
My distinctions

It is only what they were used to
That their judgement was measured

Those bare women
Laughed when another gave me
A number

They spat when they
Smelt other perfumes
On the bedsheets

They deleted my texts
Threw their poems out

The window when it was
Wet and windy

Gave my albums away
To charity
Pretended they didn't smear
Their lipstick on
My stick

Acted like they never
Danced with me and learnt
Fuck all 'bout movies and food

As if I didn't exist