this kind of crazy

this talking all day long

and every day

and the remembrances of those hours so close

now so far and farther away

as of what I did to make you change your act

now this chaos in the form of virus corrupting the round even more

is making me really mad

in good and bad ways

at the same time all the time

I do not want to feel this kind of crazy alone anymore

but to feel enough again

this sorrow does not belong to me

and babe not even you

if I close my eyes now all that comes is the touch of your hands and voice

and the heat that emanates from all of you

so addictive you do not even know a half

that is why I need to pull myself away for some time

these last few months have not been helping me

as I thought it was

to have the knowledge and care for myself

it is all I really need

I admire you, I crave for you and I like you in ways I can not measure

but I do it all for myself more

and I need to come back to me

because to lose self is easier than go on a search for it again