Legs around your waist,
Your face against my face
Isn’t it great to feel loved again?

To be killed for and died for
And everheld and cherished
And life to feel as dreamy as death again.

Isn’t it great to outwait the doubts
And second-thoughts.
On and on, til too far-gone to realise when

I went too far.
And that’s none of your concern
It never was,
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel better
when I was a little less different.
Do you feel safe at all when I’m not there?
—
Alone again and -worse, still-
Without you.
As I sat down outside,
Between two worlds
Waiting desperately to be home again;
Two separate people spat at me from moving cars
And I only laughed because they missed.