like bags under your eyes
i wanted to stay
but much like a blemish
you worked hard to get me away
like blood in your veins
i wanted to help you live
but much like a disease
you fought me away

His fingers run through my hair...
Just as yours did.
Palms large and soft; the wind dares
To graze my skin.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

His breath on the nape of my neck...
Kissing furthermore.
Giving my nose a swift peck...
Rattling the door.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

Forming tears without trying...
Cold blow to the face.
He kisses before biting.
Nips in the same place.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

Reminds me of what once was:
Summer days... cold nights.
Whispers of our eros love...
Blown out candlelight.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

Who do you think you are to judge my ways?
Who do you think you are to judge the way I spend my days?
I will always be me,
you cannot change that.
I will always be free,
you cannot hold me back.
So, get on with your life,
stop trying to control mine,
and together, we’ll end this strife.