Love, love, love.
You are now gone,
but I can still see you here.
I still hold that cold coffee next to me, hoping that I'll make him warm.
I still feel the strong wind in my face, I still can't catch him.
I still feel the freezing water in my body, cold, cold, cold.
I still see your face in the quiet of the nights. Not a face anymore. Just a picture that I reconstruct. I don't know the details anymore. I don't want to know them.
I still feel your words, they are like ink in my skin, I'm still trying to wash them off.
But you know how I love the wrong things.
I love that cold coffee.
I love that strong wind.
I love that freezing water.
I love the quiet of the nights.
I love your words.
I surrender, my love.
I'll always be your prisoner.