lust

when the roses begin to wither and the chocolates are gone

the jewels no longer shimmer by the rays of the sun

the promises remain unstable in the atmosphere

the lens of your love suddenly starts to clear

and the private stories were for them not for you

the movie nights built a wall to stop you getting through

to deciding the names of the twins

you have been trying to create

every evening when there’s nothing left to say

and the quotes are no longer relatable

a fable of why you should remain faithful

to a relationship without a label 

except the drunk matching tattoos you got in Naples when you met

and the ink permanently poisons your skin

to remind you that within you your body is rejecting

the sweet little nothings whispered in your ears

by the Spotify playlist that left you unprepared

for the reality