Don’t try to remember my name,
You don’t
need it, let me be just a flicker of light,
A thing
you did in a moment of desire.
I am not
your perfect half – I am a second of free will,
Then I disappear
like I have a million times before.
I am not
bound to anyone – I am just a minute of you.
I love
how casual you can go – free of worries,
I am
just a flash of pleasure shared underneath the moonlight,
Don’t push
it any further, stop looking.
I am
already gone to the next adventure I was to take.
I know
the sweetness that took over you
But I am
no angel, I am the devil who takes all.
I never
speak a word of truth, just what you need to get you there.
I am
like a shadow – I chase and then I leave.
I am no Juliette;
I don’t seek my Romeo.
I drink
from the passion shared and then I disappear.
These feelings
are never meant for me.
…
I come
like smoke – transparent like a ghost, yet I materialize,
I am
like a green drink, a reflection of the silver light above us.
You can
taste me best when your mind goes numb,
When you
feel the world melting slowly beneath my freezing tongue.
I am the
touch that makes your heart skip a beat,
The dizziness
of your sin is pulling you deeper into my fantasy,
The cherry-flavoured danger makes you unstable, yet I let you in.
This fever
dream is what you craved the most unconsciously.
I never
really touched your soul, you fell into the trap – chemicals running wildly.
…
Don’t try
to find me, I vanish with the moon – quietly,
I was
never for you to hold and cherish – I am the sickness you need to cure.
I fade
away like a white lie told to hide the painful reality,
My scent
is washed away from your skin like the pouring rain in the summer heat.
You might
keep searching for me in a crowd of strangers,
You
might keep hearing my careless laughter.
But I never
belonged to the regular places you keep visiting,
I was
made to visit you, ruin your peace for a night –
Never to
return for a second round.
Devotion
is not my game; I don’t want to be found.
Yet my
echo might still return to your ears when I am not around.
Think of
me as if I were a lucid dream that you almost mistook for reality,
A vivid
blur between pleasure and pain - something too good to be real.
And when
you wake one day hugging my shadow, fingers gently tracing your skin
You will
finally know that I disappeared because I really wanted to.
