Take my phone
Tell me I’m lying
Read my
‘Are you out tonight?’
And his
‘Yes, let’s meet up’
And then the gap between it all
When we were two normal students
Too normal
For that
And then the bit between then and now
The bit you care about
That bit
When my sunken eyes
Drunken eyes
Dried out
And my body bent
Inwards outwards
And my shoulder blade
Became the only memory
Of an almost forgotten night
And after that
He takes my phone and texts himself
Maybe to protect himself?
Show me he is not who he is
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