Sweden in April, Colombia in May

Your morals and restlessness seems to be problematic
If there's such a thing as wording over dramatic.
I like it short, to the point, and sweet as sin -
When it happens I'll regret the day we meet again.
But there's nothing like masochism and
Between you and pain there's no chasm.
Your stare burned as it healed.
Your touch was the only thing that made me feel real.
My addiction to you swallows me alive and I lose touch
Your every word to me is just a sugar rush.
You have no clue of your grip on me and
I pray that you won't ever see
My pretentious thoughts and selfish hope
Prevents all else and I can't cope.
Because without you I'm gone and without you I'm dead.
Without you, though alive, I'm stuck in my head.
I'm caught in the web between you and me
For I know it will never would - never COULD - be.
But why would you want it to be?
I mean...... just look at me.