A purple sky

Spending my days next to you, and I pretend to be just some guy, but not a night passes by, without you being on my mind. 

In passing as we walk, your fingers sometimes touch mine, set ablaze I burn, wanting to hold you just a little while, 

Lingering a second extra, I look into your eyes, and imagine you looking back at me, with that shimmer of the darkening sky, 

Running forever like parallel lines, how do I let go of this fantasy, that we are bending and will meet soon at some point,

Pondering why you have to be so unaware, when entangled in you, I just keep plotting for ways, 

I pretend to be unaffected, even as your love for him is splattered all around, I am just a fool, dreaming of you my impossible why

my life

I love you, and that's how fucked my life is. 

I pretend as if you want me, the way I want you, madly. 

I play the few miserly words we spoke, in my head, over and over again. 

I check my messages every few minutes, knowing well, that it is not me you write to. 

I imagine you in the moments I spend alone as if imagining could make you real. 

I call out your name, in my madness, as if my words, like magic, could be heard in that heart of yours.

I love an impossibility, I stop, I try to forget, then I keep starting all over again,

and that's how fucked my life is.