Thought that you would understand,
There were a lot of things we left unsaid,
Balled up and crushed like gum wrappers amongst a choir of deadened stars,
(stuffed like yesterday's furballs, under the bed)
Littered in between the sidewalk gutters,
Skinny drainpipes absorb a sunless sky's fouled light,
Scuffing the gum wrappers in the rubble of yesterdays trashed love.
I cut the thread, but didn't have the eye to get it through the needle,
Could never stitch up the blackened remains of your tattered heart,
Although I still find black paint under my fingernails
(Rocking back and forth on my knees)
And have to go and vomit in the toilet for remembering the bodies I crushed under my feet.
Linen shirts can't take a spillage of ketchup or mustard,
But the shirt I wore for Monday morning could take the meaty smell of your blood
As you dripped at my feet I scowled
Shit!
(Shit!)
You ruined my heels, and I had to bin my boots already,
After I couldn't get all the gum
(all your love)
off the soles
No matter how hard I stomped and staggered and heaved
(dry heaved, dry heaved)
Stuck like a splinter deep in my tender feet,
(Injecting Cupid's venom)
So I left you to bleed all over the café floor, and I spilled my coffee into the muck
Ordered a muffin to go,
Walked away into the dusty moonlight,
Never again to see you and your trashed love.

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