I remember December

I hold on so tight
a kung-fu death grip
to my chest of drawers
slammed shut
and locked.

I'd steal your scarf
wrap round my eyes
and plug my ears.
Jesus Christ
leave me
leave me alone.

You're with Ryan
in your car
playing songs-
I guarantee
no Taylor Swift
dedications from me.

As I say goodnight
I'll say goodnight
through your blindness,
You'll not fuck me
(over)
anymore.

And to make clear
to your fucking ego
this
isn't
for you.

Goodnight.