all me own work
I kept the crushed fag packet under my pillow
Silk cut. Long empty, of course.
He bought them for me, even though
He was nearly skint.
That meant he loved me – didn’t it?
Heavy-eyed, my face red, lips dry
from spent passion.
“I love him! We’ll run away together!”
Bastard parents eat their liver and bacon.
“I’ll get pregnant!”, I shouted –
trying hard not to blush.
“He’ll come back for me!
We were meant to be together!”
When I found love with a real person,
Someone who was actually in the same room,
it was brutally snatched away.
I’ll never kiss anyone like that again.
Bastard parents have ruined my life!.
Mum said he was only after one thing,
Men like that often are.
But she was wrong, he held me
And he bought me my fags!
Surely, if he came back for me,
My Dad wouldn’t hit him again?
They’d see it was true love.
Anyway, he’s not with his wife anymore!
My mate says he’s going out with Renata,
A year above me. Red hair, does it with anyone
who asks nicely. How could he?
Our whole future swept aside for the nearest
Didn’t those twenty fags mean anything?
Bastard parents get wind of this,
but say nothing. Only that I can go
to the disco, as long I’m back by 10 sharp.
I throw the fag packet away.