You Love Her

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……

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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