#126 I must leave
Before I love you
Last time I saw you I knew
This has to end
I have to stop reaching you
I have to stop talking to you
Because I don’t know
If it’s boredom or lust
Love or dependency
Craving or desiring
What I know is that I think of you
Many many many mornings
and nights, oh the nights…
Specially warm sea breeze summer nights
I get all cranky when you’re not around
But at the same time
I don’t want to see you when you come back
And I’m relieved when you go
This kind of mixed up fucked up feeling
That messes me up inside
Makes me unstable and sad
But happy as a butterfly when you smile
I don’t want this for me
and I feel bad
for occuping my heart and head
with this meaningless conjecture
of what if Neverland
I’m afraid I might love you
or starting to
or already
So I must leave
I must go
Before I do.
Before you know.
