You have scars
For me it’s no secret-
I saw them
even before you told me about them.
You’re like an addict
You said that day
Full of laugh
With skull full of lies
And I remember it
When she asked you: “Why are your eyes so red?”
And you only replied: “Oh really, they are?”
I knew what you didn’t want to talk about it.
And that day when you disappeared
I was looking for you, nearly madly
And I did not care what people said
But luckily I found you just in time, empty staring
And when we were looking at each other in the dark
With our eyes wide open and our noses touching
And when I yelled, turned away and cried
And when you nearly took that knife-
It’s a story
A complicated one
Full of secrets.
That’s why I said back then: “It’s beautiful, but also so sad.”
“But mostly it’s beautiful.”, I added.
Because it’s only ours.