She's a dark horse

You cookie-cut a
Piece out of me,
I still wear the emptiness,
It trickles into my
Bloodstream,
It floats around like
Fish food.

This summer
I’m living life like
A band-boy,
Drinking it up
With my messy,
Dirty-blonde hair,
Wrapped around my face.

Unshowered,
Hung-over,
Blazed,
Soaking up sunshine
At the beach.

Little bruises
All over my body
And men in their 20s,
Hang about like a baby’s mobile,
Green eyes and brown
Like my own.