You'll never read this.
So I, behind that fondly described
Too-wide smile where
Gritted teeth disguise the
Rise of cyanide tainted bile,
Will write you a broken heart.
A novel of three parts in
Indelible, invisible ink.
I'll learn to cite my soul
In Chicago format and
Make pain a perfectly
Copyright page after page as
The product of a mind you wagered;
"Shouldn't be known to those from stable homes".
Publish my prose under
'Notes', 'quotes', 'anecdotes' or
'The trouble with blokes who think they're rock stars'.
Promises, made in basement bars occupied
A ha'penny stride from 'one too many',
It's me and you, babe, fuck the consequence.
Then underline the lies.
I love you.
© Annie Phetamine