Now, now hush and let your fear subside. Let your body burn or your brain worn out to thoughts about the future that cannot be. Oh there you are thin air, oh now where? How limited my deck of cards; nothing but a year of fragmented hours. No more of a kid in me but still just a kid in me. And how the world is moving, oh so fast; and everyone will be leaving, oh so fast; and my mind would be thinking of plans so vast. All these plans, so out of hand that even hoping is a hypocritical show; unrealistically set and sugar coated my love. Like that drug set to bring us sleep, that sweet tempting cheat; really tempting. Let us try to be a fool and just be happy then shall we?
First off, you do not get to tell me what to do, nonetheless what to feel, to think and how to love. I frankly tell you everything with confidence because I am as fixed as a compass pointing to North Star. If you find me impulsive do not worry, that is a temporary thing. If you get scared of what I can give then you can always tell me politely. But do not tell me what to do, think and feel – more so, do not tell me about these things if I have not done them yet.
Simple things and yet you have successfully complicate them. I can read you and you are scared as shit as me. I told you plainly I am scared, why can’t you just tell me the same? Must you hurt my pride firsthand by warning me not to be madly in love with you? Or warn me again about the classic phrase Amores Perros. I know that, trust me I know that. You have hurt me really. So maybe you don’t comprehend me. Let me simplify then.
I am in love with you but I know my place.
Even if I love like hell I know my place.
I love like this because I respect life and I know that I never love the same person same as I have loved the past lovers.
Love is too broad to comprehend.
But I always love like hell no matter what the risk, and right now I’m burning.
Now is this the price of love?
I show how I feel. If I want to kiss as if it will be the last time to taste you I do as I please.
I am in love with you and I know how to show it just fine; just enough so as to not scare you, but again tell me if it gets too high.
Now I am the one in doubt.
And again you really scare the shit out of me.
Do you love me enough to be with me?
To at least commit with me.
I think that what scares you is your past.
I know I can’t tell you to forget them, but can you at least remember that I am nothing but your new clean slate?
What makes you think you do not deserve a tabularaza?
And I hate to beg, of all the things I hate to beg.
I do not ask you to do anything but accept it that we are in love.
Do you even deserve me?
Next to being rejected, I hate to beg.
AND IF THERE’S ONE THING I HATE ABOUT PROPHECY, IT IS SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY.
I’m gonna let you loose before I even tie you up. It is indeed a question of wanting you and wanting me back in return. It falls under the categories that they have built; are you in? I bet not.
Therefore, as clearly stated earlier: I’m gonna let you loose before I even tie you up.
These days bring me nothing but blank thoughts, pitch blue night sky, a glowing moon adorned by stars and a bothered heart. A phase of transition to disposition my feelings, whether I love you or preparing to love you yet. Ah, but the misery of it all. We ended in acknowledging it and we live normally again. So I live normally again; and would fake that we never existed. Back to the very start; I didn’t know you then and I’m nothing but a stranger to you.
