I stand nearer to you. Not you.
You that I adore,
will give my life to-
To you, to you-
My love will shine like the blinding drops of summer, will parch us-
will overcome us like rain. Greasy strands of memories will
put salt in our wounds.
In the bitter rain I will cling to you, to you. Not you.
You will be there when I am dry.
For in this indecision I live my life, my darling.
You, whom I both hate and love.