All because
Pouring down, stilleto heel caught in drainand it is such a pain here
in the sunshine city in a deluge,
hair plastered and even the wine
has a tinge of something,
the coffee tastes of gnats piss
and macarons even if coloured
need some kind of bon vivant to them.
Your lips lock and I take stock
that bedding down with you tonight
is not an option I will consider
but we'll take a bottle
and watch some ghastly tv
perhaps you might
but you won't
and I won't
and you hold my elbow
as we step out of the taxi
he would stop just by that drain
my heel is caught
and there it goes
love lost because of a sprain.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-02-27 at 19:47
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