a rewrite of an old poem. the collage is new.
(xv the devil)
if you only knew how much i miss you.
your kisses that bruised my lips
your hard body pressed on mine.
if you only knew how much i miss
your stories told in circular construction
full of unimportant details &
every word of cross dialogue.
your biker mentality.
if you only knew that i recently aborted
if you only knew
how strongly you still course through my veins.
how hard i must fight the urge to call you.
just to hear your voice.
how i cry. how i drink.
if you only knew much i wish
you weren’t such a fucking jerk.
© polly macdavid