princess

the girl in a book shop
looked at me as if she loved me
when i bought a history book
on a saturday afternoon
i thought she might try to trace
me via the internet using my card .

Later in a teweksbury pub
i picked a spot on my nose
and the blood gushed ,
forcing my hasty exit to the
cold night streets .

I sat in a nearby hotel bar
listening to a cornish girl drunkenly
tell her workmate of sex
with her mother's boyfriend

She said she was
getting back at her mother
for walking
out on her and her dad .

her mother said he
was a wrong un.
she didnt believe her .
She wanted to be
treated like a princess
but was told she was ugly
and no one else would have her .

I wanted to hold her
and stroke her .
Tell her she was
beautiful
treat her like a princess .

But at the same time thought she might be
making the whole thing up