not for me

I can hear the cars outside streaming by this window

laying next to you is cold and I need to crawl out of this 

the words don't flow from your lips with any bit of eloquence

just air pouring out of that empty space

You don't feel what I feel

our moment was brief and the stars were there

I can't try to fit into something that is not meant for me

awkward movements, so mechanical as your truth is revealed

my hunger has passed and the feast is over

always traveling between the worlds of animal and idealist

the nature is desire, the soul is passion

I walk delicately so that the beast does not consume my center