You still love her
You love her as much as I love you.
You loved her as much as no-one else did.
You took your heart
put it on a plate and served it as a starter to her.
It delighted her tastes and
she was ready for her next meal.
I gave you my heart and you said:
“I am not hungry today.”
She was nothing more than everything to you.
She was pretty much the same as the Friday night.
Waking up next o her felt like winning the lottery ticket.
Being around her felt like you were walking on marshmallows.
The other day you asked: “Can we buy marshmallows?”
You ate them without chewing
You ate them as if you had been two years starving.
I looked at you trying desperately to reach you
but you said, “Babe…sorry…but I really like them.”
I have days when being a marshmallow
sounds like a better scenario than being your girlfriend.
Girlfriend. Such a foreign word for me and you.
Girlfriend. That’s not what you called me in bed the other day
when your mum phoned you.
You said: “Oh mum, sorry, I am with a friend.”
Bip bip bip……
