There goes my self confidence again
Under your sweltering Christmas jumper as we embrace awkwardly.
The festive period has reared it’s ugly head again
And the corners of it’s smile are cracking
under the weight of resent and indoctrination;
Not present last year.
Your shitty promises are filling the empty glittery red Christmas baubles like Creme piping
And they are hurtling towards the ground and smashing
into puddles of shame, glistening on the floor beneath.
You make me feel like my cat isn’t coming home,
Like the left arm in the right side of the photo,
Like I turned up to the party in fancy dress, uninvited;
I am the reindeer stood coyly at the buffet table.