The absence of my breath,
The absence of my touch,
The absence of my wanting eyes
Is affecting you too much.

I believe that it’s not me you want,
Not the heart I have inside,
Not the mind that I contain,
But the things that I provide.

All that I had given to you,
My touch, my gaze, my spoken word
Was sincere to say the most,
But please be not absurd.

You could find that anywhere
With anyone at all.
But if you find it where you seek,
Be certain you will fall.

When you’re broken,
When you’re hurt,
Do not come to me.
I am your past.
But if he’s your future,
Enjoy your tragedy.