I wanted it to be about me.
Not face your shrug
or watch you looking at your
own reflection in the tv.
But I see in your eyes
that you, too, have tasted metal
against your gritty tongue
and stood alone
while the wind scratched at your face.

Take me with you to the
water tower; take me in the dark
and string me up.
I'll dance for you
and drool and scream
if that's what you want.
But you're so silent, my love,
and stand so still
as if I am alright.

My heart pushed itself
between my ribs today,
and fell on the floor
between our feet.
It's covered in gravel now
and someone else's hair;
I'll spend forever picking off
bits of grass.

I've seen you many times since then
but you've changed your face;
swapped it for another,
swapped with someone who never
loved me.

I didn't recognise you,
or didn't want to.
I just thought it should all be
about me.