The ex wouldn't leave
The ocean on the sides
And underneath his tongue
I felt he let her swim
In the deep end
When we dined at the Fish market
The grilled seabass with the mouth ajar
On my plate staring back at me
Was her
I spoke with my beautiful Ebony once
Who told me her boyfriend
Knew tech things and such
Tracing
Decrypting passwords
"Hack him, you know?"
I remember
Straight after
Hannah's Mum,
Miss Gorbutt
Came and spoke to me
She warned me
That if I looked
Of unsettling things I would find
Pandora-esque
Atlantic eels in your bed type
That my innocence
Would not be able to comprehend
"Leave your trust in God"
Soon after he showed his true colours
I didn't have to dig anywhere
He shunned honesty
and in exchange
Trust paddled with me in the shore
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