Just Because I Stole All The Paracetamol From Your Bathroom Cupboard Doesn't Mean That I Thought You'd Take My Leaving Badly
Staring one last time,
Into that tiny silvered mirror,
Where the off-white paint peeled,
At the edges.
I had shaved there a million times.
Smiling softly at my reflection,
As the razor ploughed those rough patches,
You had just complained about.
Remembering, just moments before,
Your knee had been the most wondrous mountain,
I had ever climbed.
Then there were the valleys.
Your stormy seas.
I carefully removed,
All the lids,
From those white
That you could
But not Foolproof.
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