suppose you love somebody. truly.
suppose you need to share
what is mad in your head.
suppose you need to tell and explain
what it's all about.
suppose - the one you love misunderstands the feeling behind your actions.
and then suppose another one who exactly knows what's on your mind
before you can put it into action.
that's the one you shouldn't love in that mad way.
but it's the only OTHER one you can stand on your skin.
and then think: doesn't love make you sick?!