I used to feel so lonely as the lights ran up and down behind the trees, faraway motor cars on a faraway motorway that made themselves so achingly clear to me, from over the hill, as I stood in the cold, and sometimes the rain, smoking and taking it all in, from the front garden.…

The door is open,I am on both sides of it,but I must walk now. I must pick a side,old loyalties were fiction,my heart lied to me. Protection is pain,driven mad by my own lies.Please tell me my truth.

I’m telling the truth, with a mouth so full of lies. Hear what you want to.

Met you at the movies, sweet hands shaking as you hold me close, stealing a cigarette from me, though you don’t smoke, because you’re choking on nervous energy, and thought it might help. (It didn’t). We got some tickets for later, to see something romantic, so your panic over our actual plans wouldn’t feel like…