You don't owe me love.
You owe me sellotape
To fix the cracks in my heart.
You owe me the life that I only part-lived,
The rest in my mind's eye, wishing us together.
You owe me new beginnings,
compensation for the old.
I want it sweet as honey dew.
My man, you broke me,
And I believe I should have a go at the breaking.
But you laugh at the pithy stones I throw,
And meet fire with fire, throw boulders of your own
And they hurt me, my man.
You win a bow of my head
And feigned respect
A secret mind full of 'This ain't over'
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
