That’s why you always have the perfect comeback line. That’s why you can always tell me what I do wrong when it comes to you. Like I can’t think for myself. There is a limit. Always a limit… One that stops you from understanding me. Like my paranoia is not enough and my lack of coherent speech is not an impediment as it is. You always stab me with words. Always. Words like poisoned needles which inflict silent pain in my body made of echoes. I am nothing more than a voodoo doll for you… You are the perfect sadist. Like a waterfall with no water you strike against my heart. With particles of air and heart dancing and twirling inside my soul. Taking the easiest route and running away from me every time I confess my feelings. And you keep running, running and never even bothering to look back and see me… Because I always chase you like I’m insane… And I am insane. As insane as a man gets when he keeps chasing his loved one. And you don’t even care if I run or stay in one place. I’m just another stepping stone. And I always accept this. I stay here waiting for you to step and grow up… Step and evolve… Step and become what I know you can become… I am waiting for the woman in you to wake up and make up her mind. Taking my time. Hitting here. Healing there. Kissing here. Biting there. Making my whole existence a simple revolution around you.
A jester… A trickster… A fool… A simple fool for you own fucking amusement… Jumping up and down… Here I am bouncing again… Watch me… Just watch me for a second then start looking closely… Maybe you’ll see that voodoo dolls made of echoes really feel every word that hits their heart…
