Let me unravel you, inch by inch, piece by piece. I’ll do it without a hint of my fingers, without a slip of my tongue.
For it is an illusion, the you that I think you are.
Let me let go of the essence of you that I carry around, the you I want to see. The you I think I see. For you’re too precious to be distorted by my notions.
Let’s start at the white empty space; you command it. You can paint it in all the colours you want. You can burn it if you like, I give you that authority. It is yours, as am I of now.
All I want you to be, all I need you to be, all I demand you to be, is just be. That is all that I will ever desire after this point.
That’s how it all started, and if it has to end, if it will end, I won’t let it be a dream. I won’t let it be an idea of an idea, the moonshine at night or the stars that lie.
As I breathe the air of you, as I caress the hidden corners of you, I emboss it in my memory. And I don’t want it to be a lie.