End Credits/Demoness

I'm sorry I'm not up for a fuck tonight.

I want to talk about all the morbid thoughts in my head.

Will you love me if I showed you my ugly or like many others, would it scare you away? 

You don't intend to stay.

You never do.

And it's not like I want you hanging around either. 

So just like I'd predicted, we will go our separate ways.

Later, much later, when you call,

I'll tell you that I love you.

Even though I will probably not realise that I perhaps don't mean it.

It's always instinctive, a reflex.

I have learned so much from you.

I have learned so much from the world.

I'm a junkie, I want more.

I only want to suck you, taste every inch of you.

Till you make an imprint in my head.

I do it not to pleasure you, but climax,   myself. 

One Of Those Days

I play along, I do it so well.

You wouldn't think of me as anything but some kind of a beautiful freak.

I kiss. I sing. I abuse my sense of self.

Does my naivety make you feel good? I really can't tell. 

Everything is a loop.

My wild heart, my bad choices.

The scars on my body may have healed,

But they remind me every day what a struggle it has been.

What a struggle it will always be.

To just get out of bed. 

Lover Come Back/Breaking Point

You can feel it starting to come back.

Slowly, sneakily.

It'll take over you, consume you, before you know it.

You're helpless. You're heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Nothing works, it never really goes away.

It can strike when you're in a room full of people. You want to end it all and jump off, a spur of the moment bad decision perhaps. But the instinct is worrying. What if you really do one fine day?

Or it can come to you when you're alone, lonely.

There's no cure.

It is what it is.

You try and think of happy times when you were yourself. But it doesn't help. Memories seem fuzzy and quite frankly, a little bit stupid.

You felt something. You really did.

It wasn't a selfish kind of love.

It wasn't  the greatest you felt, but there was potential. 

And now you're wondering what you did wrong to be in this hellhole.

It was clearly something you did wrong.

Blame yourself, never someone else

It kills you to think that it meant nothing to thw other party concerned. 

Nothing at all.

You were everyday meat.

He was special. 

You were a nobody. 

Heartbreak is always so savage. 

Longing

One day

All this pain will go away.

But I'm afraid you've made me some kind of a monster,

Unable to love again. 

You're so cruel.

And incredibly, incredibly vain.

Why did you take my love when you never intended to stay? 

Dreaming Of You

You knew I was in love with you.

Yet you wouldn't take a chance, 

give some back.

So I retreat into my den,

Like a bruised lioness.

I no longer have the strength to convince you to see me for who I really am. 

My heart feels crushed beyond repair.

And I am in so much pain.

Look what you've done, 

I am broken again.

Older Men

You're so cool.

My stomach is in knots every time I think of our kisses.

It felt real, comforting.

You're so beautiful.

The way you beam with excitement like a child when you tell me your stories.

And now you don't talk to me anymore.

Was it something I said?

Was it something I did?

That made you walk away.

Don't you want me?

I want you.

I still want you.

Every day is hard.

I'm trying to get over you.

What have you done.

If I could rewind, I would.

I'd go back to the time I didn't know of your existence.

Now you're everywhere.

Take away this great pain,

that you've caused me.

Honestly, at this point, that's all I'm asking for. 

You're so great.

I'm just a nobody. 

Juvenile Acts of Longing

I could write a sad song

Or two

About you

But that wouldn't make you come back, 

so what do I do? 

I need you to be mine.

I want to serenade you all the time.

You make me feel so sublime.

This is nothing but another cheesy rhyme.

And yet you know my love for you is true.

Movement

We're dancing.

So close.

I'm into you.

I feel you as we move.

Our brains are so wired.

The anticipation is exciting.

"I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it."

I don't mind the penance.

Glorious days, glorious moments.

Only mine. 

Moan/Mourn

The downward spiral.

My brain is wired.

The lights are dim, the longing is endless.

If not you then another one.

What have I become. 

You were someone else.

And I was so brave.

Sometimes you see the deepest shit on social media.

"We go through phases, like the moon."

It's all about being to relate. Maybe give yourself that temporary satisfaction in knowing you're not alone.

You could feel anything. But it has to be real. 

The fakery all around is exhausting. I can't fight this battle alone. 

But I won't give in, I won't give up.

Not yet. 

The battle lines are still drawn.

You try to prove me right and I'll prove you wrong. 

Infinite Eulogies

I'm talking to myself.

It's like a rubbish soap opera that goes on and on.

You're not here, you will never be.

Maybe I'll play that Duke Ellington record.

Feel old.

Feel glorious.

Or maybe feel nothing at all. 

I don't want you.

I don't need you.

I just want all this pain to go away.

Move on.

But, for what? 

This?

Trial By Fire

You can't use your lovers to stroke your ego,

When all you did was use them.

Honour their memories.

Have some dignity, some love.

It's not fair to be discarded with such indifference once you're done taking from me.

Once you're done entering me, seeing me for who I really am.

Maybe, it's all just a test.

Faith.

Where are you when I need you?

I forget I am a goddess, it's only trial by fire.

My strength is endless, like me. 

Courage. Love. Belief.

French Lovers Do It Better.

We're watching the stars, the sky is cloudless and the moon is bright.

The sea is calm. 

Who would have thought.

No really, who would have thought.

It happens all so quickly.

Here I am fighting all these feelings and he sees right through me.

His accent is thick and his voice is low. I don't understand the words but I understand what he's saying. 

Magic. 

I should probably pinch myself to see if this is real.

Do I deserve this? Do I really deserve this?

It's funny how I've become so cynical with time.

My wounds have healed, but they've left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

I'm used to being violated, roughed up, beaten and worse, discarded post coitus.

And yet I feel most scared when someone shows me love. 

It's a little bit sickening, my inability to choose what is good for me. 

The drugs don't help.

The random fucks don't help.

Nothing helps. I am going quite mad.

Isolation.

Maybe that'll work?

I feel shame, guilt.

He is so pure, so beautiful. 

I not only break his hard and leave him stranded but I have the nerve to fall for someone else immediately after who turns out to be just like the others. What did I even see in him? He was a generic handsome person. But he had no love for me, no love. Only his dick. 

I am a special kind of stupid I guess.

But I don't deserve to rekindle our romance, I have damaged him far too much. It amazes me how gracious he still is with me. He is not hostile, not angry. He only means love. 

How did I fuck it up so badly.

I want to be brave like him, full of love like him. He's a gorgeous soul. 

All I want is for him to find someone or something special again so he can love them like he loved me.

My beautiful, beautiful boy.

The most gentle, the most innocent.

Men come, men go. But he will always be special. 

Not a conquest, not a story.

But someone who taught me to let go and love.

My lover, my salvation. 

Disintegration

Scared to speak, listen.

Scared to walk, run.

Scared to love, fuck.

It all comes undone one fine day.

You're on the ground.

You no longer have the strength to fight.

Hang up those boots, call it a night.

Exit gracefully, stage left.

What was once sacred has now been scarred. 

Man

It's been 4 days so far and I don't know who I am anymore. I like what I hear, but it's like putting together the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that exists only in your head.

My mind is everywhere. I see his face.

But it's a good take. I seem to have underestimated my sincerity. I like to finish what I start these days. 

It's 4 in the morning. "I'm so tired I can't sleep".

And to think he's seen me naked, he's touched me, he's kissed me, he's entered me.

Overwhelming, this nothingness.

It's easy to pretend that it doesn't hurt. But it does.

Everybody else, yet never him. 

To Love Somebody

It's a strange kind of melancholy, knowing that you can't have something that you want so badly. Because unfortunately, not everything is under your control.

I want to kiss him, make love to him.
I want to hear his stories and feel him; the beaming excitement as he reminisces.
I want to wake up in his arms, I don't want him to go.
I want him to stay, love me over and over again.
I want him, I don't need him.

Listening to that old Ellington record on my own, by myself, feels a little bit sad. I miss us lying around, stoned and talking about our journeys so far. It was something off the bucket list. Now it's done, I'm underwhelmed and heartbroken. This is not what I wanted,  this was never what I wanted.

What do I do, I feel all kind of blue.

I used to think I'd be the kind of person I am now when I'd hit that 30-mark. But instead, I find myself sharing these experiences with thirsty thirty-year olds who currently want nothing more, just my body. 

Tit for tat, I guess.

A very sad one where I'm left with the short end of the stick unfortunately.
The story ends and that's that.
Untimely, all I can say. In retrospect, life's always been like that for me. I should have gotten used to it by now, the constant

Growing up is hard.
It is inevitable. Why so early though? I thought I had some more time.

Sinnerman, what have you done?
Everything is always a loop. Breaking out is my salvation.

Religious Extremism

This indifference creeps in slowly. I'm not detached yet, although I wish I were. What to do. My wild heart, my bad choices.

Whether it's casually droppin some e or staying up all night playing music, making music.

I say this again, it's a very selfish love and I don't mind. There is no heartache, only hope.

Some days are bad. I write to myself. I pretend like the demons don't exist. After all, they're only in my head. 

It doesn't matter.

None of this matters.

Up and down, round and round;

like a roller coaster.

The comedown is always painful. It is only natural, unfortunately.

Balance.

Yin and yang.

I wish you'd keep me distracted with your kisses, your love. Not always, only sometimes. 

But you don't exist and yet, I do. 

Walk

I've been waking and baking almost every day these last few weeks and I feel a strange sense of calm. I can almost feel how life will change in a weekish as we hit the studio.

I can see the journey of these last two years when I look back.

So much adventure, pain, love, heartbreak and growing up.

It's been a fun ride so far.

There is no need for validation from anyone but myself. I like being on stage, no, I LOVE being on stage. Even though all eyes are on me, I feel so incredibly free to be myself. I could do this over and over again, till the day my body gives up. 

There is no satisfaction in giving up, it's my journey that counts the most.

My flaws in all my glory.

So far, it's been an absolutely wonderful story.

I am excited about the future, but always, baby steps. 

It's like learning to walk again.