Damn it! No one should understand fantasy
Better than me, who’s lived her life in it.
No one has bigger rose colored glasses.
Why should I be surprised that the object
I dream of is dreaming of others with
The same chance of happy ever after?
Forgive me.
When you are in the pain of losing her
I should not be mourning about losing you.
No one could understand as well as us.
But we can’t speak of this because of me.
I wish you could feel my hand on your back
Without worry that I mean something else.
Forgive me.
I have lessened my life with the daydreams
You have destroyed your life with fantasy.
An addiction, a trance, comforting joy.
I know. I know and I am fighting it but
I can’t share my victory with you, Angel.
As it was about you, whom it kills.
Forgive me.
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