If to be jealous is to become mad, paranoid, to always be in the shadows.
It's a disease, but one that makes you sick of the other.
Obsession, we take our heads to the point of being worse than a serial killer.
We become a puppet in the hands of our feelings.
It will be more feelings, but obsession, still a sleepless night lost in your thoughts, to always control it.
Another sleepless night to lament, to suppress ideas for all those who dare to approach him.
Another sleepless night lying to each other, doubting each other, is what it means to behave.
Another sleepless night to question herself, what does she like, if she likes you, if she knows it.
Paranoid, obsessed, is that we become when we are jealous.
You end up depending on her to survive.
And if...
And if you were no longer there, no longer there to remind me of what indifference is.
If you no longer existed, I would finally be rid of all egos.
If you abandon me, I will be eaten away by oblivion.
If you left me alone, in my solitude.
And if you ever fell into a sleep without awakening, don't force me to live without you, don't let me endure these eternal days.
Don't abandon me leaving me alone to wake up.
Please let me lie down before you and you just have to live for both of us.
Could I one day exist without you my love.
I cannot imagine my life without your smile, without your joy, without your love.
My Beauty never stops living, lives to eternity if necessary.
Until infinity.
My love lives for both of us.