I didn’t give you my heart,

But I gave you my power.

The problem is not in you having it,

It’s in you knowing it.

I have tried to hide it,

I have been having conversations with myself,

Saying ‘Don’t go there now’

But here I am, being weak as I am.

I thought I was stronger,

Convinced I had it all under control.

Even thought I was untouchable,

but one look at you and there I was.

From unbreakable to breakable

From tough as nails to soft as butter

And the funny thing about it all,

is that I am not even sure I mind it.

Isn’t it a beautiful thing to still dare to do this?

It might be, but it why does it feel so stupid?

Why do I feel so lost without my power,

Why do I feel so lost in you?

It is not love, for it cannot be,

It is obsession, it is not free.

But boy, when I put my eyes on you,

I feel my warmth wanting to seep through.

That warmth turns cold once you disappear,

I start getting right into my head again,

My mind is all over you,

Whilst it should be all over me.

Should I wait for you to let go?

Or should I myself make it so,

that I can be free again, free from you,

Though at this moment it’s the last thing I wish to do.