This is really no poem for love
or pain that you and I suffered
its one and only purpose is
to express exactly how I feel
I think that people should meet
on unexpected places or say
something completely mad and
glorious at the same time
but they don't anymore
I believe that my life extracted
all the happiness from the world
and since I’m still not satisfied
I dwell inside allowing only
smallest sparks of me to fly
upwards in your imagined reality
I don’t know what tomorrow’s
gonna be like and I don’t want to
lie anymore that I care for all this stuff
I try to be glad for you
and wish you nothing but endless happiness
but my soul is lost and it doesn’t
really matter what I think or do or say
for only way to survive is to lie to everybody
including myself about the feelings deep inside
of how I don’t know how to cope with this pain
of mine or how to stop loving wrong women
or how to start loving you
All I hint is that tomorrow the sun is gonna shine
and if I ate it I would blind the world
motivating it to tear my insides to find it
and maybe in some dungeon people would
stumble upon my soul crawling
from the light of the sun
This is no ordinary poem
maybe not even poem at all
But I want you to know
that as long as I live I’ll be happy and there
for you
but then again maybe it doesn’t count for much