ACHILLES

Achilles, you're killing me

softly

soft machine

me, you,

everyone else and their mother/

all in the same boat

hoping, losing, loving, choosing

to be or not to be:

shit question,

unless you're dead

headaches and heartburn

learning the hard way

that there's an army of people

who'll say they see through you

who'll get in your way

blaming you for the marmalade

and moody blues

we're all living in

but Achilles, you're healing me

in a strange way,

the days are better/

knowing you're here

facing you,

tasting you

instead of the fear
of all the little things that fill my day

not to go as far as to say I like you

but maybe

in spite of you

alright,

because of you

I soon learned that
embracing our weakness
is the best treatment
and in time,
you realise,

that the ups

and the downs

are better
than a flat line