the anniversary gift,

was your favourite colour.


loves you that    – much

you tell yourself.

you pat your face

with a dab of makeup


loves you that – much

you whisper in the mirror.

his favorite drink –

I’m his favourite thing

it’s just one empty bottle

he  loves me –            when he’s sober.

you whisper to your skin

you whisper  that love stings

then you trace

your favourite colour

smeared on your skin.