Bitter Twisting

As the polaroids from last night
Bleed colour into the receding tide
I can't understand what my own voice
Is whispering unreadable transcriptions
Secret codes written and promptly and best forgotten
Etched into the frozen window
And the lightbulb at the back of my eyes
Is fading green, guttering cold phosphorescent
I would not, for the world
Have you go where I've been all night
Watching yourself breathe into the mirror
Left amnesiac save for the name of someone
You never knew who reminds you of someone
You hate who said they wished you were someone
Else