you said you'd swim every day
you said you'd swim every day
you said you'd swim every day
and now you don't want to
you said you'd always remember
how much you loved to paint
your watercolour portraits
of Renata Adler
but now your brushes sit in the sink
and all of the paint is clagged
your costume is wet and festering in a Tesco bag
at the foot of your bed
you said you wouldn't lie to me again
you said you would stick to the plan
that Michal wrote for you
because of how bad you had been feeling
because of how bad you had been feeling