Hey, sweetheart! Are you happy?
How does your life treat you?
Remember how I left you
And what you put us through?
I can’t erase a lot of things... I wish, but I can’t do,
Yet I successfully kept them, sworn not to act like you.
You won’t read these lines ever —
Nobody on the net will show you the poems list,
I will not dial your number,
And won’t respond to “missed”.
You will remember me as long as you keep breathing,
As long as your heartbeat I’d hear miles away.
I do not fantasise myself into your
Heroine,
I just predict the future and present, we are in.
I am your biggest weakness — not measly cocaine.
I am your deepest fear — in veins — like heroin.
(Dedicated to M.T.)
Heroine... Heroin
© Copyright: Мила Полянская, 2021
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