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.