THE PERFECT DRUG

“I cant do the walk
I cant do the talk
I cant be your friend
Unless I pretend”
Sang some European junkie band.
Seems too true and unfeigned
For her.
Actually she is that true and unfeigned.
Not me I am everything she’s not
She talks too much.
I hide too much.
She feels s lot.
I feel too little
She means every word.
Every little word of mine lacks me.
She is true.
I m just a fake.
How do we co-exist . We don’t.
All we do is pass on what we feel.
At least that’s what I would like to believe or tell myself.
Do I actually confide in her.
Do I tell her things about me which I don’t know myself.
Or does she know too much already.
Am I just as simple as she believes I am.
Who the fuck am I?
Known differently to everybody else.
Do I feel anything for anyone but me.
And why the fuck would some one love me for being this?.
Well I know you have lot of shit in your head anyways I don’t want to add to it.
“Without you, without you everything falls apart Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces”
THE PERFECT DRUG.
I know, you know what that means.
Only you would.