Isabelle KenyonSlunk to a hotel room,
Gave you the number – you came later
for your hotel room rehab.
You needed to feel so you drank into oblivion,
made sure I stayed
so I missed lectures,
cried at funny times and wasted days,
tried to patch up my life and yours.
but you pulled harder on the strings,
My puppet – self loved you,
Absorbed, craving you craving me,
all – consumed.
Light – exposed you deny me
Pretend never to have known me.
The cock crowed but nobody heard it.
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