A Bitter Taste

I promise myself I'd never think of you again

take my side step and disappear

but you came with me,

together with a tempting regret

Which has been haunting me ever since.

What if I hadn't had my head in outer space,

or up my arse, or in the clouds

or in a book, or in my imagination

or in any other amount of places

instead of looking directly in front of me

in this moment.

Without realising, I do love you.

I still think of your voice,

your smile, your sarcasm,

your smell, how close we came.

No one else but myself to blame

I didn't confess, and I missed out on you

now all I have is my obsession

erotic dreams and a bitter taste in my mouth.

I took a step too close to the sun

and it melted my wings

fell into the vortex which sucked me in

away from you and into

my own delusions

be careful of dreams

who lure you from happiness.