I'Ve Been Thinking Too Much Of You Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Starting to rust, where your arms used to hold me
Untill you corrupt me,
to forget by dying,
(for the ink i've used for your name
is not erasable)
The broken man,
that couldn't go back, in the arms of no one
or in the arms of another
is still here, where you left him
thinking too much, and waiting for the world to stop
and sleep.
They're not sleeping enough, I think
they don't dream you as I dream you.
I belive you, when you say: I love you,
but you don't say it anymore,
And I feel prepared to die
but it's not enough to live without you.
I swear god, as I show him the finger
I hate him, for this world of stupid people.
I think too much of you,
because I love too much of you,
five years, more or less
somehow feels like a month
and not a night spent together, until it's end.
It's not gonna be a happy ending after all.