Each look, magnetic. Each smile, a piece of art. You stole my eyes and added filters from behind. I saw you as a God and worshiped every part. And every time you laughed, I recorded the noise, hoping to fill my own void. Falling for you, falling for him, like a circle of disease. Where is me?Replaced with another touch, I left him. Left for another voice, he replaced me. On my own, how can I be? Took another lover out of need. Straight line, he left with the breeze. Same one, same as all. Years of the same pattern, years of giving what is left of me, more of me, until there is none to leave. How to breathe? Diving all in, had I another choice than just to be? Took this way and went straight back to him. Old me, cold me, so much trauma in between.
Wild for one, needy for two, do they matter after all? Bare naked, ain't wearing a thing, stripped my heart down, fell on my knees. Dirty thing! The kind of dirty my eyes longed to see.
Not a pleasure, for if you stare too long you might catch a cold. Not a secret, for if you stare too close you might freeze. The sand is replaced by frost, every piece I own, every part of me, every part of my art. Could it be another act?
Could sun melt the deadly snow? As death is reaching my fingers and heading for my thick skin. As death is reaching for my soul and my eyes do not cry anymore. As every corner of my mind is trapped in it. Took some time, begged for a sword, fought on my own.
I saved me from the ashes of my heart, built me, sowed the seed. Could it have been me after all? It must have been me!
