What could you talk about
If not of what is unnecessary?
If not about what is wrong?
If not of what is futile?
You are boring, Kiki, you must believe me,
If I tell you that you take refuge in who you are not
Because what you are is not enough
To be interesting.
You are not enough, you don't listen to yourself,
You don't talk to yourself and you don't call yourself,
If while we were staying together
I was looking at you, and you were looking at the sky.
You were so beautiful, sitting on the bench,
With the clipboard in your hand stained with me,
As you listened to my words, when I wanted to
Cry my eyes out without being able to.
I am boring, of that there is no doubt,
A mind crushing a heart
That for a moment breathed
Before being choked again.
You made me breathe, but maybe
I no longer deserve it. Maybe it is not up to me
That passion I feel so strong
As much as I fear and repudiate with pain.