Some kind of thing

This thing you do to me. This circulation of freedom that shifts the air between us. It is illusive.
I would say I love you. I'm sorry I don't love anyone. A dark veil cuts off the bloodstream between us and the system dies. From a distance your rough edges are invisible. You are more perfect without perfection. Look at me when you tell me you don't see who I am. I followed you into the dark and you left me there alone. This is where I say goodbye but I never really said hello.