Noel Coward
i am no good at love i am no good at love i am no good at love i am no good at love
my heart should be wise and free
i kill the unfortunate golden goose
whoever it may be
with over-articulate tenderness
and too much intensity.
i batter it out of shape
suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
and, gibbering like an ape,
i lie alone in the endless dark
knowing there’s no escape.
when my easy heart i yield
wild words come tumbling from my mouth
which should have stayed concealed;
and my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
into a battlefield.
i betray it with little sins
for i feel the misery of the end
in the moment that it begins
and the bitterness of the last good-bye
is the bitterness that wins.
(Source: charlottechorley)
