The Deepest Cut

Your love won’t let you down
When you’re rushing at all your tomorrows
She won’t undermine your trajectory
Question your right to self-belief
Or light the taper on your abject sorrows

Dry-eyed and desolate
This husk with heart desiccate

Will talk to no-one won’t let you up
Pay no heed to the diamonds you discard
You’ll scratch her name into your arm
With the rusted knife of self-belief
Long-ago stolen from memory’s scrap yard

November 2013

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