This emotional crutch
needs an emotional crutch
someone is always waiting
hopelessly
I am always waiting
crying out
take me with you when you go
as you disappear into the tide
that pulls you under.

I’ve tried
but I’ve taken all I can
when my tongue tries to fight
a piece of me dies trying to conceal it
there is nothing left of this heart
but a lump of meat turned to coal.

So when I’m gone
(please) don’t preserve my memory
I’m not your insect immortalised in amber
or your corpse waiting frozen in ice
don’t romanticise what this is
it was what it was till it was no more
just scatter what remains
and forget me.