And once I kiss, I feel dishonest
After a body, I feel unfilled
My soul gets poured through my lips
My skin is cold
There’s no calm, instead I get tired…
Unfaithful just to myself
Just to an idea of you
To an empty space
To the lack of me
In your head.
Once again I look for you
In another face,
In other eyes, in any space.
Because I rather feel tired,
Empty, poured, drained,
Angry than sad and alone,
Far from you
Far from myself.
