I'm still trying to understand your kind of life,
why the mask and keep the fantasy,
when you can live in the full light of day,
without fear and twisted traps.

I analyse your every day,
you have no one who trusts you,
your goals are mazes with no exits,
the people around you are mist,
they disappear at the welcome of dawn.
And then I understood the origin of your melancholy.

I detail your steps on a map of your mind,
I try to find logic in your indecent desires,
why every day you are sinking hard,
the strange thing is that while you're sinking
you're tracing on your face a faint smile.
Now assume that destroying your life makes you happy.

In those two years that I sank in your lap,
I could never understand your involuntary jumps,
that desire to feel the abyss in your hands,
you confused the fear of the unexpected,
with the butterflies of a true passionate love.

I never understood you, I swear I tried my best,
even for a moment in your shadow I mingled,
one night in your mud I got muddy,
I even fell into that abyss, and I got scared,
nothing I did could define your being,
I had already lost you before I met you,
what you transmitted was a lacklustre reflection
of what you once thought you were.

There remained vestiges that were tied to my threads,
beginning this complicated and unhealthy journey,
that ended in lies, the best language you knew,
the only way that built my way out,
maybe nothing I said you believed me,
but when you realised my incoherent words,
you understood that I had nothing more to say to you,
you walked away, for days I felt guilty,
but the earth turns and everything goes back to the way it was,
maybe one day I'll be able to understand what's happening to you,
In the meantime, let everyone build their lives
out of whatever material they please.

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