Your thought i keep in my mind
Like something to be taken care of, my love
Is this love? What is it?

You became something to be taken care of
I am afraid of living without you
Wait! Not that, just…the dislocated beat in my heart because of you

You became an obsession.
Not a passion, not anymore
You became something odd, to my mind (like everything else)
I convinced myself well that you are my life.
But hark, you are!

You are alive and that is weird to me
Am I holding the unavoidable back? Am I?