Dear Head F***

You’ve been running around my brain again

and again

and again

STOP

let me compose myself

so I can overdose myself

on things I shouldn’t take but do

they ease the pain that is you

STOP

I wear my heart on my sleeve

but yours isn’t anywhere to be seen

you really haven’t got a fucking clue

you have no idea because all you do

is go running around my brain again,

and again

and again

STOP

you want to hook up so a message  you send

you’re  at loose end

I haven’t seen you weeks

not heard from you in days

no because  you’ve  had someone else on the go

but all of sudden you’re at loose end

you want me to come over, stroke your ego

because you know you’ve been running around my brain again

and again

and again

STOP

©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
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this is an old poem slightly tweaked , apologises for the photo , couldn’t find an original one of the head fuck (probably burnt or shredded!) So you’ll have to do with one of an ever so sightly tired 47 year old woman AKA ME!!! (I was going to use it on another poem I have in mind!)