Rusty Skating

Darlings,
Sweet pea poems are only soft reminders
Of all the loves we loved and lived through
Seeing faces of lovers in crowds and cafés
The memories of our rusty hearts
Kisses that taste of fresh fruit
Soft touches that melt under heat
Are figments that place and paste scars
Darlings,
The speed limit is forty
And we're skating barefoot
One more minty cigarette stick
Watching neon embers die to glow
We're starving again
Begging for concerts and car rides
Dissing proposals left centre and right
Darlings,
I went on a date once
I don't remember what I did
I don't remember what love looks like
Only the horror of heartache
Darlings,
Poems of love spill from me
Clumsy tip-overs of morning coffee
Sometimes I hope for someone to long for me, but
Every house feels like home for a couple of weeks
Darlings,
Sometimes I wish for someone to hold me
A favourite book
A story that destroyed and remade them
To see the worst of me and love me anyway
Because Darlings?
I've said it now, what they said to me
'Tell me every bad thing you ever did
Because I will love you through it anyway.'
Darlings,
I'm still skating on a highway
But I'm smiling now like it's good for me
Even if my calves'll be the death of me
My skates aren't rusty and I am free