Natural syndrome

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This game is a sort of fun, The mix so elaborate Of interest and dislike, Maybe, anger? One day you rejected me, You remember? I’m reserved enough Not to tell you why I acted this way. (You were far away). But now, your reactions, they drive me wild: a cutely embarrassed, but cool tough guy. I want you to trust, for some reason, accept and believe me (those cigarette-smelling, strong hands in my sleep, never leave me). I say it’s just instincts told me to push you (Thanks God, I saved). And then — a bit awkward — I understand: You see me as, want me to be… Instincts, the same, command to be free (no, they want me to stay, cause each creature — even with this apathetic feature, — craves for home, — kind of a natural syndrome). This unstable status, like a small boat lost in the sea, — where it brings me, we’ll see, but it feels so desperately well… You still want me to spell All my feelings. “If I mean nothing to you…” Voluntarily dismiss this prize of my life — leaving line of the light that’s shining alive… Admit, admit, admit: “You like me, just say it, You want to stay here.” “I like you…” You were waiting for this, isn’t it so? (And I want to stay here. Don’t let me go). We continue like that — little by little. You take care, and I struggle opening chains Of my heart. Through my veins, Crossing my darkness, All the memories sharpness, It was only you. So, to whom should I give my body and soul? Apparently… Out of the blue: it was the day I met you. Still, we are to separate, in this case. This Doomsday will take everyone to their place. It was the last thought — I fainted, but you didn’t stop, you waited… I see your worrying face, imperial cat of ours, — to find me… Did it take hours? You’ll heal them, though in me forever stay those cuts. I smell you; I smell home and smell fried chestnuts.