Oh you thoughts you got me
As if I wouldn't have a boyfriend a month later
Whose intellect would slit your throat
Without cleaning the blade

Oh you hads me pegged
As if I didn't delete my own messages
From someone who had better eyes
To devour my nuances

Oh you felts sorry for me
As if I didn't stare up at the ceiling
Wishing you weren't so mind-numbing
Replaying anyone else

Oh you wanteds to settle down
As if you weren't a sufficient heart to break
Because the drama was a bloodletting
And I was on fire

Oh you didn'ts think I had a plan
As if I was some sort of normal
Who didn't painstakingly set up the dominoes
Then prepare the poison

 Oh you knews I was crazy
As if you were even capable
Of something less boring than mediocrity
Or producing a good elixir

Oh yous yielded little return
As if I thought your corpse could carry me
To loving myself enough
To never even bother with charades

My mistake
But thanks
For being the penultimate toy to play with
Before I grew up

You couldn't even make the worst cut
But I guess
It doesn't take much
To top you

Text your friends on the weekend, set up some time for trouble where you'll be hitting the streets and showing off those legs. These Missguided heels from Superbalist got me feeling fly and ready for anything. My cousins are visiting from overseas and I'm taking them out. An early dinner that turns into late drinks. A backdrop of lush greenery and perfect sunsets. We yell out for Daniel to come out of the bathroom and some other guy rushes out because that's his name too. We collapse into laughter before someone else jumps out from behind a corner, giving us a fright. It's our Daniel and now he's the one whose sides are splitting. We're pranksters, egging each other on. We play-fight with slushies from the petrol station and argue about who took the vape. We tease each other, trying to trick whoever is being the most gullible. They are my perfect pair and Cape Town is our favourite playground. May the mischief never cease.