And that's you.
Lovely and caring and broken.
Your waters are far too deep
I'm am far too distant.
There are lights, blue highlights in your eyes so warming and tempting I can't breath sometimes.
You tight me up embracing but you keep a safe and respectful distance.
You say things that make me fly while, at the same time, you're holding me to the ground.
I swing and swing.
I see darkness in your eyes too.
The kind of clouds made not too long ago and the kind which are as old as yourself.
I'm not the hard one. You say you are afraid of hurting, but isn't the fear of being hurt even bigger?
You have no north, I give you that, you really don't.
Your mind seems like a hurricane. Your peace is long gone.
And I feel like a little girl trying to catch a bag floating on the air.
Although I'm not sure weather I am deeply in love, delusional or needy.
Eveything feels right when we touch, even if sometimes you are not there at all.
We laugh. We stay in silence. We share.
I know that's all you have to offer.
I am not even sure there will be something else whatsoever.
And that's ok. I'll probably, in some point, find something else somewhere else.
But for now... you are the one I am thinking while closing my eyes to sleep.
And that's all it is going on.
