Of course I don’t blame you
For accepting the fade.
Should anyone expect you to fight, with only the promise of more pain?
Memories of chemical blue
Now consume,
Like bittersweet recollections of a superpower, I know better than to use.
I could never blame you for turning your gaze…
And I know I can’t hold you,
But do you really have to go away? And all the way, this time…
If I love you with the proud sounding of a siren,
Or I covet you in a sacred silence,
Are these loves still one, and the same?
How could I ever get close,
When I know I can’t hold you…
These thoughts are my precious shame.
I don’t dare to give it up.
Not now, that I know what it feels like when you speak my name.
