he was velvet
he was desire
he was touch, silk
blood and fire
he was broken hearts
upon my wall he was
everything to me yet
never anything at all.
he was winking eyes
and naughty thoughts
he was beyond the pricetags
of anything i brought
he was fairy tales
with nightmare endings
he was 20 seconds
before sunet, and
he was pretending
all along.
he was dewdrops
in the morning
the paracetamol to all
my pain
he was lipstick breath
vodka shots, nasty things
with nicer names.
he was stolen hand picked roses
the dress i never wore
the race i never won
and the boy i still adore.