Naive 'Was' Her Name

Nieve was her name

He was such a pretty boy
And pretty insecure
Full of lies, scared of goodbyes
He left when least expected

The night before he bunked
She laid her head on his chest
Connected to his heartbeat
Convinced it was all hers

Another normal day (yeah right)
They kiss and say goodbye
He should have told her it was the last
She would have, should have, could have…

Off to work
Ignorance her bliss
Last day of normality
Then an apocalypse…for one

She enters their home
TV, gone, stereo gone, sanity going
Selectively robbed?
Nah…she knew

Grieving her shattered heart
Pain eclipsed all feelings
No way to make amends
How could she have been so dumb?

It took a while to heal
Weeks bled into months
She was at 95%
Almost ready for love

Then the coward returned
With well-oiled excuses
Puppy eyes, sweet smile
And a poxy bunch of flowers


‘I am sorry what I did
I love you so, I panicked
Such a huge mistake
Can we go back to how it was?’

She considered, for a second
‘Hell no, we can’t!’
‘Why?’
‘Simply put: you’re rubbish!’