We yearn to be togerher
on different paths
we live in two worlds
which we know are distant
perhaps because we dream
of it all being as before
and sometimes nothing matters
when we're lovers
But you know I think differently
than most
I can't belong to you
or anyone
I am a walking solitude
living only for myself
stuck in my selfishness
egotistical douche
alone, as I've lived my life
alone, I will die
running away from my etceteras
deafend by the noise in my head
and I know I'm extremely lucky
as I know you are as well
my Helena, of salted honey
