We only search for temporary love
Picking the one’s we know will not stay
Too afraid of permanent commitments and
Of being someone’s someone.
I mean, who could ever want me?
And that fear about actually caring, is why
We all follow the same painful pattern,
To trigger what we worry we cannot feel.
It becomes a tease of touch and go
Of everything and nothing at all.
To be both satisfied and dissatisfied
With five minutes of heat on a dance floor
After five seconds of glazed eye contact.
Over-sexualised and intoxicated confidence
Leads a stranger’s hand to cup your ass cheek –
Being the lady and politely telling them to fuck off
Just so you can be called the rude one,
In the lovers game of pick’n’mix.
“Get off me, get off me, get away from me!”
That nightly chant of young love.
Sweaty nightclubs made up of pressed bodies
Moving to an invisible animalistic rhythm-
This is the modern hunting ground.
Straight men on their knees in bathroom cubicles
And single girls hugging toilet seats
As walls break down behind stalls.
Dressed up and messed up,
You’re just another young person having fun.
So go find your love of the night
And let them take more than your inhibitions.
A nibble on your ear and then those slurred whispers
Saying what you could never admit you wanted to hear.
Losing your friends and losing your fears
You let yourself finally feel the freedom of youth.
Isn’t this fun? Isn’t this good?
I’ll regret this come morning.
But this is the longest relationship you can have
That won’t leave you missing the other person,
When they leave you with an emptiness
To be filled with emotions you never thought you had.
Maybe that’s why I only search for temporary love.