Only You
Only You
I’m always looking for the right words to say
You make me feel lost in my own hometown in the middle of the day,
You always say the right words right enough to tear me a little
Like a sculptor putting forth his imagination
By cutting down pieces, your art is a riddle.
Your right words are addictive and reminiscent
Although I know they are poisonous and impermanent
My broken words are irrelevant to you like the mumbles of madmen,
But don't you know? I'm not me anymore just made up of your fragments.
But then you smile at my stories sometimes and then I'm left indulging the euphoria from time to time
Only if you knew that every smile is a big crime.