i hope i never have to love you again
because when i go back to you
things get dark
they get so dark.
i look at you in a way i will never look at anyone else
i know that
but i also know that when i love you
i don't love myself
and when i daydream about you
you're touching somebody else
when i pick up the phone to call you
you never pick up
i know that i worship you and when you give me your atenttion
i feel euphoric
lost in my own idealizations
when you touch me like you really want me
all my dreams come true
but in the other day
i have to wake up
and that's not love
that's not good for me.
so i will pick somebody else
i will pick a man that's good for me
someone that will never take me for granted
or chew me for one night
and ignore all the love
that i tried to give
for my whole life.
i will choose someone else
i will choose a good man
i will choose someone who chooses me too
that way,
i will choose myself.
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precisamos de um fim
Poetryeu te amei por sete anos com um amor que, no final das contas, era tudo menos puro. achei que éramos eternos mas precisamos de um fim.