I end up spinning in my room
Hoping you don’t think of me.
If you cast a thought my way
Then let it be chased far from your brain.
I don’t think about you much.
Sometimes in lucid dreaming
Or waiting at the high street corner
You slip between the walls of my mind.
I ache to tell you that I’m mended now.
Is it selfish to be happy
When that happiness is because
You are no longer my favourite muse?
I cast a magnifying glass over the ugliness
Smeared your beauty from my thoughts.
Played all the songs you never knew
And ran far, so far, away from you.