A Lot Of Nerve

I wear your fingerprints on my lips,
and you have mine on your hips
I have relapsed - am relapsing -
because what we had is collapsing
and the pain is exacting but trying
not to cry does not stop me crying and
the light of the morning still finds me mourning
Beggars wear the clothes that I used to wear
As they caught me staring, caring and unaware
of the lair that you had me stumbling into
when the skies were blue and I was in love with you
Now, like a stone, I am sinking, and the links in my fragile chain
rust away in acidic rain so I have nothing to lose,
and nothing to prove and this life that is new to me
will be the death of me and relieve me of my misery
So pretty, with so much nerve, and each of the roads
you laid for me curved, swerved and entirely unnerved me
And while I was a fool, you were overly cruel so I
do not wish you half the fortune you pretended to wish me

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Ben Pickard 2020