9 May 2017

The girls, looking younger and thinner.
My hair’s still dark, but at what cost?

Did it start as blonde?
When did it fade away?

Embolden not by drinks but lust-

Dublin I was–
–‘That’s where I’m from’.
From the north I called home and
you nodded along.

The girl-os, they’ve left,
I alone saw their heels go.

My eyes they stayed blue,
but maybe that’s how my hair stayed dark.
Embittered and jealous
by those whom I scarcely knew.


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