Single Minded (What are the odds?)

“And by the time you realise
that I was right 
all along
I’ll be so gone
and odds are 
you’ll be reining back
a vacuous hobby horse
called…”

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Numb

I feared I had lost all ability to write
Or perhaps 
I just lost all feeling
As you suspected I might
once your dirty linen
came to light







DNA

You were the DNA stain
impressed on my dress
proof of my
indecency

You were the hidden texts
the love letters
evidence, I shredded
frequently

You were my greatest love
most hated ex
who courted someone else
deceitfully