Villanelle - Things a cuppa can't mend

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.