People are always asking me, 'how're you?
But I don't think that they really want to know..
Let me ask you instead, 'you really want to know how am I without you???'
In trying to rhyme,
Ain’t no crime..
I feel good when I do that,
Because you are my dopamine..
I was stalking when you weren’t talking,
Now that you’re talking, I ain’t stalking.
Now we’re back to our harmless chatting..
But if you really wanna know if I was or am still stalking?
I’ll tell you that I ain’t a stalker but a poet,
Who believes in feeling and then writing..
And let the words do the talking..
That’s how I survived the last three years when you were not replying..
And while you say you’re being stalked,
All I am doing is the following:
Making sense of your words and mocking
And trying to remain calm while replying.
Wish you’d do it too sometime,
Then we can can meet up and start talking..
As I lay awake at half past one in the night,
Staring at my smartphone emitting a bright light,
I can’t seem to think, the words are slow in coming,
The bright light is piercing and penetrating.
The smartphone is not so smart, after all..
It doesn’t have :
The warmth of your voice ,
The softness of your lips ,
The tenderness of your touch..
The magic of your gaze,
Which sets my eyes ablaze...
But the million dollars question is..
With a phone not so smart, I’m afraid ..
How do I connect to the ‘Disconnected’ ?
And disconnect from this clutter in my head ?
Try to think about sleep instead ..
And not about what you had said:
You’re not my medicine, you’re my muse,
If you still don’t get it, all this is of no use.
I’m already imagining us
Spending the evening on a lovely cruise...
Sleep eludes me, evades me, escapes my eye
I can’t fall asleep, however hard I may try
I feel so helpless, I can almost cry
There’s nothing more miserable than the feeling that you’re alive when you so badly want to die...
My life ***** because
I fall asleep with great difficulty and
I fall in love easily..
I think my life would be better if
I fell asleep easily and
not fall in love so soon..
Then I ask you, “I feel I have fallen in love and I’m falling asleep easily; this’ good, isn’t it?” You look at me with a smile and you say, “no, it is because you’ve fallen sick and taking those pills...”
I really need to sleep :)
It's one am....
I lie awake next to you, thinking about 'you'
You just made love to me but I was thinking about 'you'
Wish 'you' thought about me too....at least sometimes,
Then I'd be sleeping peacefully next to 'you' and dream about 'you'..
Life's so complicated!