What am I supposed to do with myself
now that I don't even have the promise of you?
I need to be fed.

I don't know what to do with all my thoughts
Now that I can't let them be about you.

I’ll be ok

The vapours of her will leave my body soon

Because that’s all they ever where

Vapours.

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.