Some nights it’s hard to stay
sane,
Drunk from memories of never
happened, never meant to be,
Some days it’s hard to stay in my
lane
Torn between the fairy and the
witch within.
As we all know the life is not a
fairytale with happy ending
Nor a tragedy of an epic journey
to discover who we are.
…
In those nights of pain and
misery I call you,
You are always so welcome in my
home of emptiness.
The moments we share of forbidden
pleasure
Is what keep me level-headed.
Chaos everywhere, not sure what
am I supposed to do.
You are my anchor with a taste of
poison,
My lullaby with tender voice, my
human doll, my shameful all.
I am sorry that I treat you like
an object but this is what agreed on.
You a simple mean of calmness
when my mind is raging hurricane,
Your warmth is so intoxicating
mixed with the sweetness of your skin,
You are my midnight kryptonite, my
wicked half with inviting smile to sin.
I am sorry you can’t stay overnight,
this is not the deal we signed
I call you, you come and serve
your purpose.
Afterwards no conversations, no
hugs, no nothing showing closeness
We are not that deep – we are
each other’s puppets; this is not love.
…
I am sorry my dear, it’s time to
break the deal.
You caught feelings, you want
more than what I can offer, I am getting bored.
This was my last call, last
minutes that we share in my time with you.
I have found another toy to play
this game, no hard feelings.
You want a spouse, I want fun and
if you can’t hold your part of the contract
I am terminating it for your own
good.
It was nice to share some of my
inner fire but if I knew you are getting burnt so quickly
I would have never offered you my chaos, nor the taste of my darkness.
Damn, it is so sweet.
…
Some nights it’s hard to stay
sane,
Drunk from memories of never
happened, never meant to be,
Some days it’s hard to stay in my
lane
Consumed by my new addictions, my
new toys with a taste of liqueur mixed with strawberry
A pinch of salt and a little bit
of void that absorb my emptiness.
New contracts, new days, new nights –
this is how I see them all
A moment of desire and then back
to the mundane tasks at hand.
