That’ll be my heartbeat clicking in my throat
as we cartwheel to our expiry date.
Are you trying to be the sea?
And what is expected of me
with this packet of panic I’m handed?
I watch as my thoughts fall to the floor.
For the last time, I become a puppet,
it’s tongues and knuckles,
these kisses bruise, but I’m yours ‘til morning.

Wake up! Remember when you threw the glass that scratched the paint?
Remember the dust our words disturbed,
when those everydays became treasured relics
and the melody ended?
I left the crescent,
I spilled down the hill and I still won’t slow.
You said to stay west but I headed central
for my full stop medal.