I put aside my visions and fantasies
and stand back to see
what all of this is
so that I can see it clearly,
away from drugs and ecstasies.
A numbered list,
there's too much I must remember:
one, you don't care,
there's no one except you.
two, the only things we speak are of
skins and delicacies,
and i want it too
but not like this,
not like this.
three, you'll disappear,
change your interests quickly
just like you always do,
and i need you around until this year ends
at least.
four, i feel you like sin
and i'm afraid i'll get addicted.
five, oh god this list is so long,
but i'm already forgetting
because i'm remembering
the things you speak
when we meet,
so romantic,
sometimes, so sweet.
please someone tell me
what a liar you are!
