There is this idea
where reality splits
every time probability
comes into play

and we are constantly
and randomly traveling
through splits of reality
like dark hallways

and as the observers of
our own realities
we will never enter into a split
where we die

That is terrifying

I hear you sing
and I am back to the
feeling of your arms

the restless nights
wishing I could
bottle the passion

And scare away the
demons that stopped you
from loving me back

I once had you
under my spell
distracted your torment

I'm sorry I was angry
I hope you find
a lasting comfort

And maybe later we can
find a new place to settle
beside each other