Wednesday, 28 February 2007

You

You are unbelievable and make no mistake. Every single time I think about you…there’s something that I just can’t quite grasp. Like trying to see each individual fish in a…what’s it called? You would know. A school. A school of fish. Like trying to see each individual fish in a school of fish at once. Impossible. You have far too many parts.

You sit there like a porcelain doll, all smooth curves and no hard edges. And you sing your moody songs, whisper in my ear. And you cry and you laugh and you tell me dirty jokes and blush. And of course, I lap it up. But it’s all an act isn’t it, you little so and so. It’s all an act and I have fallen for it hook, line and sinker. I’ve been trying to work out what it is, and after much consideration I believe it must be your eyes that do it. Not your pouting slutty mouth. Or your endless snaking legs. Or your ice-cream skin. No, no, no. It’s your eyes. Those bottomless liquid green eyes, fixed in mine. Undressing me. Unwinding me. Undoing me.

Your pretty mermaid eyes, all innocent and naïve... My arse! You have more street in you than the whole of bloody London. You could ensnare a water snake just by looking at her. Or him. Cos that doesn’t matter to you, now, does it. Oh no, not for you the restrained boundaries of bipolar sexuality. Fuck that!, you say. And you do. You well and truly do. And then you fuck some more. And give me that charming smile of yours. Me?, you say, Little me? Oh, how many times if it wasn’t for those eyes…

Now you’ve gone too far, though. There really was no need for you to get in bed with him. It was totally unnecessary to start with. He’s not even close. And you really didn’t need to make sure that I caught you lying there. Tied to the bedposts. Moaning as he… Fuck. I really didn’t need that. I preferred to believe your lying eyes. To swim free in your sea of falsehoods. As the poet says.

But I’m no poet. And you’re no good.

And so let’s leave the marine metaphors and get down to what I really want to say. Which is. Fuck you. Fuck your long legs. Fuck your smooth skin. Fuck your green eyes. Fuck you and never come back.