Debbie, you ruined Joy Division for me

Debbie Taylor, I remember you
and it made me think
of Christmas 88
you wore neon pink
and florescent green
lace gloves with no fingers
leather jacket and purple hair
dancing to Borderline
with abandoned precision
like a Christmas tree
in a hurricane
I just sat in the corner
trench coat black
wishing the DJ would play
Joy Division
or something
more mundane
we met at the bar
You drank Black Russians
easily pleased
I was on my tenth
Double Diamond
Why so glum?, You asked
I'm dairy intolerant
If you haven't noticed
we live in a decade of cheese
You laughed
said I looked liked like Bono
everyone looks like Madonna
I replied, and all the boys
look like homos
we went back to your bedsit
where I found you looked better
unwrapped
all Frankie Says! posters
and crumbling plaster
we kissed under the mistletoe
and fucked on a futon
listening to George Micheal
and his guilty feet shuffling
with no rhythmn
on your ghetto blaster
we lasted 3 weeks
at Christmas you bought me
New dawn fades on vinyl
said Ian Curtis was quite fit
then it finished abruptly
your statement so final
realising I didn't want you
to be like me
just to show me
your amazing tits
I saw you last week
over 20 years on
outside Superdrug
and all the colour had gone
I crossed the road
rather than catch your eye
hoping you wouldn't see
you see
I never forgave you
for ruining Joy Division for me.