You appear to me like a magician's spell,
You weave a feeling of mystic desire.
I've had allowed myself to rest in this blank space -
Devoid of what they named feelings.
You did not have to come now, oh no,
Because I feel I'm falling in the unknown,
And it tears me up to know that,
You won't be picking me up any sooner.
I comfort, threaten and beg,
But its stable : my mad, mad heart.
I see what you see in her,
That you don't see in me.
I see when you sail in the deep ocean of her eyes,
I see how you drink up every word she says,
I see it all and tell myself that I don't,
You did not have to come now,
I was fine in my made up world,
You can not heal me and leave.
