Strange

What you want
is not what I want.
So sadly seeing you,
lying next to me,
and we don’t have anything to share.
Your thoughts are so strange to me,
your ways make me be upset.
Where you walk is so dark,
I can barely see you.
I find myself,
guessing,
imagining,
dreaming,
yearning.
I’m so tired already.
But, this is only the beginning
and time is by my side.
I can go back,
run,
and leave you behind,
I can taste other lips,
but can you forget mine?
And if pain comes to me again,
who will care?
I can do what I really want,
and I know you will not mind.
And if we meet someday,
would you turn your look to see me go away?
Chance is what you lost.
Love is what I gave you.
Laughter is what is left of all this.