A Poem That It’s Not About Him

Lose me.

Chase me.

Face me.

Make me feel like

Thousand oceans,

Thousand tears,

A thousand fears.

Make me feel alive again,

Like he did,

But I won't say...

Not a word

And not a rhyme,

About his smell,

About his smile...

No, I have you,

And that's enough

But wait,

I just want more than that...

I want some danger

And some wine,

Some rooftops,

Oh! They're so divine...

And there I am,

And there you are,

But here is him, alive again,

In my poems,

In my soul,

In my rhymes,

Can't take no more...

I speak about rooftops and wine,

About the music he don't like...

I speak about him not in words,

I speak about him trough my worlds.

Please take me home,

I'm drunk again...

Let's hope I won't mention his name...

Cause what a shame,

You're here with me

And he is gone...Am I too mean?