Night, I love you like a bride loving her body, the madman the desert, like the horse loves its shadow, the sad the lighthearted, I love you like a wanderer his ballad, a poet his dark room, like the moon.
Sometimes, I am haunted by you But it is a relief to know Your ability to haunt me only means That you are a ghost left in the past And nothing more than a distant memory Knocking on my door when the night gets too lonely
I lie awake in bed all day Cover my head with the sheets I'm lost and hurt and I'd die to know Which path could take me to your arms (if any)
The things I've felt but can't explain From soaring on clouds to biting my cheeks to dying inside I can't imagine something harder than this But that doesn't mean that it's not worth it
My mind often tells me to move on To search the sea for other fish But I've already found my Siren We shouldn't only listen to our minds
So I turn to friends, hoping good advice None has come so far Your ears must be burning
The last reflection that I saw clearly Came from the face you made Right before walking away. It wasn’t one of disgust Or even of disdain. It was as if you were exhausted. Like you had given your all For far too long. I guess you were right To walk away when you did. No one can blame you for it And especially not I. You should have left sooner Before you decided To take my heart with you.