peter & kerry - knees

this can’t just be a chemical, 

from now any other pain is bearable, 

and I feel as if i’m skidding like somerset house skating. 

like when you need to puke, 

and you’re feeling so weak, 

you’re on the floor folded on your knees. 

i mean: you had me on my knees. 

and maybe sending just one ‘x’ Is my new goodbye-for-life text, 

and trying to think just what is next: 

you’ve got me on the floor again. 

all i can picture is held hands coming apart