In the optimistic light of the morning,
or when I’m travelling somewhere, fast,
perhaps on a plane or a train,
everything seems ok.
Caring so much seems silly, and I feel released.
Healing and carrying on with life seems not only possible but natural, inevitable.

I know that you love

But do you only love accidentally?

She reaches into my chest
every day
And pulls out my heart,
looks at it for a while, turns it over in her hands,
feels its heady pumping weight
And lets it fall to the floor,
as if she never even felt its warmth.

Going to sleep was a lot more fun when it was in your bed
A thousand possibilities and the only one I really wanted swam in your eyes when you looked at me.

You reach back round for my arm
Which had fallen away from you in sleep,
As I, too hot, had reluctantly rolled away,
trying to maintain some semblance of chill when faced with the heat of you
But you
You move with me, following me into my roll,
Your body not happy with being left without mine
And love, that was everything to me.

You reach back round for my arm
Which had fallen away from you in sleep,
As I, too hot, had reluctantly rolled away,
trying to maintain some semblance of chill when faced with you
But you
You move your body with mine, following me into my roll,
Your body not happy with being left without mine
And that was everything to me.

You’re not allowed
To listen to songs that make you think of me
yet not message me.