skewey

since the operation i heard you're breathing just for one

now everything is imaginary, especially what you love

you left another message, said it's done

it's done

when i hear beautiful music it's always from another time

old friends i never visit, i remember what they're like

standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies

waiting to be asked to come inside

just come inside

but i keep going out

i can't sleep next to a stranger when i’m coming down

it's 8 a.m., my heart is beating too loud

too loud

don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much

i felt something that i had never touched

everything gets smaller now the further that i go

towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown

consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home

you can move mountains with your misery if you don't

if you don't

it comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two

under the eaves of that old lime tree i stood examining the fruit

some were ripe and some were rotten, i felt naseous with the truth

there will never be a time more opportune

so i just won't be late

the window closes, shocks roll over in a tidal wave

and all the color drains out of the frame

so pleased with a daydream that now living is no good

i took off my shoes and walked into the woods

i felt lost and found with every step i took

am i the hitch in your breath or the weight on your eyes?

everyone i see is interpreted through the lens of you. of the now eight billion on earth i hope one of them is just like you.

caring, loyal, and firm.

one of them is just like but doesn’t know what i’ve done.

they would never know why we no longer speak.

they would love me as gently as you did.

hold me in their arms while the water spilt on the floor.

someone who needs me as much as i need them.

but they is only you. and there the mistakes i made will never be forgotten.

in the smell of tide, the sound of melodramatic music, the sweater of yours i see everything i’ve done.

i would rip the me you knew me as apart. i would feast on her organs. i would bring her to the depths of hell.

i feel inclined to blame another woman for losing you but i must blame myself.

i blame her for who i am today.

i don’t know if you’d recognise me.

i could see your beauty without the gift of sight. i could feel your nose and smell the scent that is so uniquely yours.

you wouldn’t see me as i used to be. i want to be the same again but i know i never will be.

and you will reduce to dust like our blood.

i must sweep you away.