Little Black Book (14/12/13)

Maybe one day there’ll be a microphone in my face
And they’ll clamour to know who the words are about.
Maybe one day I’ll hand you that little black book
Filled up with words about you
And even though I won’t love you any more
My love shall still bleed off the page
Like a freshly broken heart
Like a leaking, loose-lipped pen
Like a relic of my lost reality.

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