Wild Nights

Wild nights remind me of you
When the wind tugs at my heart
A compass fixed upon your wheel
Let us moor in one another

Unfixable

I'll never be what was expected
I'm a jester
And when you've tired of my fooling
I fade to black
I know you wanted someone else
And when you've run out of kindness
I prostrate myself
I count the breaths still to come
I beg for oblivion
Surely I have caused enough pain
To earn eternal darkness

They Run

As soon as the old familiar rears its disfigured head
They run
They make their excuses
Some of them pretend it's for my own good
That it's them that's sick, not me
But for all my flaws, gullibility was never one
A caring nature and a kind heart, yes
But never blind trust
It's the false platitudes that hurt the most
Why pretend that I'm more than a game?
Run away
Run away from me
Run away from the half woman, half monster
Paint me as a witch
Speak of my disfigurement, your disgust
Run
I won't be chasing you

Retreat

I apologise for interrupting your self pity
My own sickness must seem inconvenient at this time
My hermitage is a necessary precaution now
I will once again nurse you when my purging is finished 

Stardust

Remember when we were young?
We'd gather on the oval
In our old boots and trench coats
Hiding behind black fringes
And clutching longnecks
Like they were going out of fashion
We'd collapse between the goalposts
Giggling contagiously
Harbouring secret crushes
And I showed you Orion
Glowing triumphantly among the stardust

Love

It is not hasty, murmured bashfully in the wings
It is not fleeting, a memory within seconds
It is not fickle, meaning less and less each day
No, it has gravity, and I am earthed by it
It is the slow burn of sunrise, and I am warmed by it
It is steadfast, not fly-by-night, and I am sustained by it
It is never regretted, it is always treasured
And I am not giving up on it

By the sea

Is it too late to live by the sea?
There are ice-creameries by the sea
There are joggers and puppies and prams
Would you like to come with me?
If I moved, to live by the sea
There are surfer boys by the sea
There are tackle shops and fishermen
And cafes by the sea
I guess it's too late to live by the sea
You'd never want to, anyway
Not with me
You'd get bored by the sea
There is sand and dog shit and used condoms
You'd get sick of the sea
And the constant swooshing of the waves
I guess it's too late for you and me
In the suburbs, or by the sea
You wouldn't notice, would you?
If I left you for the sea