I like this, being with you.
I like watching you in your entirety,
Your rhythmic breathing excites me.
And while I sail past these silent waters,
I move the paddle subtly, to not disturb you.

It’s hard to believe you’re here,
Are you here? With me?
Are you conscious of me?
Are you too involved to think about me?
I hope my incisive mind is wrong
This one time,
It cries that you smile at me
thinking about someone else.

You understand me like no one else,
How am I? I should ask you!
Why did you like me before? Wait,
Did you ever like me?
Or you just wanted to conquer me?
Did you agree to be with me through this journey?
Why’re you leaving then? We’re not even halfway!

I know you maybe, you're innocent,
You care about me enough to not hurt me,
But you play with my feelings somehow,
You like it when I am not who I am,
When I am hurt and broken,
You like breaking me every day, don't you?
Is there something left of me to feed upon now?
If so feed upon me, because I like this
Being with you.

I shouldn’t love you,
Maybe I don’t know how to love.
Fact is, you don’t love me,
That you make me feel.
Where do I go from here?
There’s no light I see in any direction,
I feel hauntingly suffocated by my feelings,
Strangled by the fact that you’ll be gone soon.

I cannot ask you to stay,
I cannot deprive you of your freedom,
So even if you have the slightest doubt
Don't stay,
Maybe it's only after this ends, you’ll love me back.
Maybe it'll be too late, maybe it'll never be,
But till then, I shall live with all of you that's inside me
Because I like this,
Being with you.