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Sometimes you love me
with a love so beautiful,
a love that makes me
touch the sky with my hands.
But other times
you disappoint my wounded heart
with that cold and miserable love
and miserable love that opens cracks in my being.
Sometimes you make me feel
so happy, so loved,
that my feet don't touch the earth,
I fly in your arms.
But other times you kill me,
you turn me into a sad man,
full of melancholy,
cut off from the world around me.
Sometimes you love me
with overflowing intensity,
without caring about anything else
but you and me, in our bubble.
But other times
you make me feel insignificant,
as if my dreams and desires
have no place in your world.