Monday, February 15, 2010
I’ve always had this schizophrenic love
The kind that sets the mood and then tears it apart
I sometimes think of you as the only one
And then wish - it were only me
You always called your love – Lust!
I trusted in this and set you free!
I always called us - partners in crime
Best friends till the end of time
I remember the day you came over and said
‘‘Not everyone’s heart is dead’’
Like a hug from a tree would seem better
Then a death cold grip - from me
I wondered if you would ever see that I tried
And not just think me a cold-hearted freak
But it’s too late to change and too late to love
And hating you is the only thing I keep.