You know the way it is. These thoughts are mutineers. Trying to shake the monkey off my back. So beat the island drum. And steady as she come. And all the stores are closing for the lack.
Baby say it isn't true. You were never there. It wasn't you. It's more than I can do. To try and keep it shiny new. The gap just opens up. Between the words we like to use.
I felt something snap. Looked up and you were gone. Clean through the gap somewhere. That I can't get to. . Love vandalising me. With beautiful agony.
Every day when I open my eyes now. It feels like a Saturday. Taking down from the shelf all the parts of myself. That I packed away. . If it's love put the joy in my heart.
A part of me pre. A part of me post. A part of me present. One part of me ghost. A part of me wants to run. . One part of me flowing. One part stopping dead.