lust
when the roses begin to wither and the chocolates are gone
the jewels no longer shimmer by the rays of the sun
the promises remain unstable in the atmosphere
the lens of your love suddenly starts to clear
and the private stories were for them not for you
the movie nights built a wall to stop you getting through
to deciding the names of the twins
you have been trying to create
every evening when there’s nothing left to say
and the quotes are no longer relatable
a fable of why you should remain faithful
to a relationship without a label
except the drunk matching tattoos you got in Naples when you met
and the ink permanently poisons your skin
to remind you that within you your body is rejecting
the sweet little nothings whispered in your ears
by the Spotify playlist that left you unprepared
for the reality
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