Your jacket, kept beneath my pillow;

Our love disappeared underneath the willow;

The scent, I’ll remember forever;

Nothing would break us, not now, not never;

I apologise for my time consuming passion;

My wreck-less, slutty sense for fashion;

My cold hearted mind;

And my wish, to rewind;

Though your words were like fire to ice;

Or like a cold sore you grinded with spice;

Your actions, that spoke loud;

I cannot believe, you are proud;

Proud for the markings on my neck;

The heart, your beginning to break.