when your heart’s on fire, smoke gets in your eyes….

the bloom is off the rose.

 i am becoming less interesting

 desirable

 special.

 you no longer need me.

 i wish i had learnt that trick first

 

 perhaps i could bear not having you

 if i didn’t have to face your growing indifference

 

 i suspect that your face no longer brightens

 when

 i send your happy friday.

 if you dreamt (i still don’t believe you don’t),

 it wouldn’t be about me.

you don’t hope to find me standing outside sainsbury’s

 the twinge when you order a cocktail is gone

 

 i wish i could follow your lead 

 stop searching for your face

 and

 buying  little things i know you’ll like

 

 i want to cease wanting you quite so much

 i really need it to stop hurting

 i’d love to keep you

but

 i don’t think you’re the type to be kept.

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4 Responses to “when your heart’s on fire, smoke gets in your eyes….”

  1. Touching simplicity, essence of timelessness in the futility of love.How old are you? X

  2. I hope the urge to write strikes you again. You’re very talented miss. Very much so indeed. Well- I enjoy your wordplay anyways x

    • doyourememberthattime Says:

      thank you.
      i have been writing lots on my notebook, but had no motivation to type it all up. shall get a new post tonight. just for you.
      xx

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