motherfuckingamie
you tear my brain apart
memory on top of memory
and always that feeling of what we could have been
to say I love you is a lie
though I do love you
angel closest to my heart
but what I say is I could have loved you
as a man loves a god
or worships a woman
you are worth loving
you are worth loving
devil angel
closest to my heart
I wish you weren’t the one who I’ve made you
phantom of my subconscious
temptress who no longer tempts
you are not for me
you are not for me
oh
love
how sadly unpoignant
these silly emotions
they fly through everyone
they mean nothing
because they are not special
a man loved a woman
and the woman disappears
what does one do with that emotion?
put it in a bottle
forget it
but
sometimes
rub the bottle
and pray, if futilely
for a genie
there is an emotion here
how strange
when I thought all the passion was forgotten
how absurd
when I know that this emotion
is nothing but a bother
something that I pray I never share with you
but angelest precious
girl of my dreams
who I don’t even love
I don’t even worship
I don’t even want
I just know you are the girl of my dreams