it's beginning to get to me

I want something that's purer than the water, like we were . It's not there now, ineloquence and anger are all we have. Like Saturn's rings, an icy loop around me, too hard to hold . Lash out first, at all the things we don't like or understand. And it's beginning to get to me, that I know more of the stars and sea, than I do of what's in your head, barely touching in our cold bed. Are you beginning to get my point? That all this fighting with aching joints. It's doing nothing but tire us out. No one knows what this fight's about.

The answer phone, the lonely sound of your voice, frozen in time. I only need the compass that you gave me, to guide me on. It's so thrilling but also wrong, don't have to prove that you are so strong. Cos I can carry you on my back, after our enemies attack. I tried to tell you before I left, but I was screaming under my breath. You are the only thing that makes sense, just ignore all this present tense. We need to feel breathless with love and not collapse under its weight. I'm gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I've lost.