Weekend.

Friday.

The weekend, an excuse for drunk,

Bottle of wine, nameless club.

Fall over, lost, end up outside,

He saves me from the darkness.


My thoughts all swirl and don't make sense

Try to say 'thanks' and stomach twists.

How many times has he saved me like this?

I never want him, sober.


Lay down in bed, he strokes my hair.

Eyes are heavy. Headache creeps in.

His face melts away as he lays down too
'I love you' into the pillow.

Saturday – 6am. 

The music washes over me, 

Arm clamped around her waist.

Barely an inch between us,

She likes me. She must. 


The lyrics are convenient.

'This is the first day of my life.'
My hand on her stomach tightens.
She likes me. She must.


Bright blue outside the window,
The sun celebrates with me. 

Smile on her face, still sleeping.

She likes me, She must.