I sat here so close to you,
yet unnoticed, not even invisible
you knew I was here, but choose not to see
I really only wanted for you to call me
and say that the world suck, that you wanted a hug
or a soft kiss
that you felt so alone
but with me loneliness was alright.
That I somehow made you smile
that you wanted to share your life
all that sucky life, that life you didn’t wanted
I only wanted to share the fact that you wanted more,
wanted to disappear with you and be one in the nothingness
take you close to the void inside
the one that pulls me like gravity towards you
I guess you were lying when you say that I was yours and you were mine,
that you wanted to carry my children…
I guess you wanted me just to feel more alone.
Maybe you are just
like the first number
at the moment when it was created,
a continuation of nothingness, lonely…
But maybe, just
maybe i´ll be
the number two.
An increase in the degree
a greater order.
Duality that from union brings forth
Tell me what is passion
if not the word trinity?
And the second
at the power of two
is just one more number
than passion, but i´ts also
the name of love,
short one step from insanity.
So maybe i´ll also be
two times me,
and you will be
one without a father
a spirit or a son.
And while I can be passion
you can only be love
if you add it to your own
personality; you will
always be five.