Villanelle
You said
I was your best friend,
Talked
all my tears away- said you saw beauty in sadness.
There’s
nothing a cuppa can’t mend,
You
said, passing the biscuits. The packet came to a crumbled end.
You
loved my cartoon eyes, my Crayola coloured madness,
Yes, you
said I was your best friend.
Our
hearts were dancing, shells cracking, you send
Me into
a pale devotion, an ocean that I can’t digest,
Still,
it’s nothing a cuppa can’t mend.
Your
eyes were cold, mine were wet, did you intend
that? It
was all for you, the hair, the dress-
You said
I was your best friend!
Just me,
us, meant to be- not her, the matchstick girl with clothes on trend.
Lies,
cuts and bruises, were all enveloped into a warm caress.
Ah,
you’re the only one: and it’s nothing a cuppa can’t mend.
Your
packet dyed words; your roots are showing through –this mess
I
believed you, swallowed it up like strawberry milkshake, yes,
You said
I was your best friend,
But
there's some things a cuppa can’t mend.