You are too gentle.
You are too humble.
You are too wise.
You are too beautiful.
You are too kind that I cannot let myself love you.

It's only 5 in the afternoon but I already want to cry
maybe my coffee will help me understand why
I have not much control of my life
the voices inside my head are all mine
but why do the words that come out from my mouth sound so different?
I feel like someone else is steering for me
someone has taken captive of the steering wheel
and I, the captain, am no longer in control of my own ship
I cannot adjust the sails, I cannot turn the boat over
It's like I have been taken hostage in my own home
as they parade it with my name printed in bold colors
Tell me, is this still mine?

I've been loving the sky more than anything else these days and not many will understand why
I have gradually discovered that romantic love is like a blanket that will always leave your feet cold
You will waste time blowing out candles only to drown in smoke
Lately, I'm beginning to feel like all those books you never finished
You see, I believe there is depth to existence, I believe the surface is mostly decorative
And perhaps you really are exhausted, perhaps you are not as happy as you seem now that you have left me
I'm sorry for being such a difficult person to love
But slowly I am becoming
I often find myself talking to the sky, she always knows exactly what to say, she always listens

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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.