I collect beautiful objects
They are only beautiful because your fingers caressed them
And I…
I am in love with your presence
You are my beautiful object
I paint you in my mind
With rare colours made up of memories and dreams
The meaning of everything is only relevant
When you say it is
You tell me that our lives are dreams
Beautifully decorated by objects that have no meaning
Your words are beautiful objects
My every breath is taken with every breath that you exhale
And I hold you close
Because your breath
So necessary that I suffocate without it
Every breath is an addition
To my collection of beautiful objects
You're everything that I am not
You are a beautiful object
Unique and priceless
But you do not belong to me
You run from me, my beautiful object
When I try to prove my love
And when you cry
I cannot help but smile
Because your tears, each one a diamond
Decorated my dreams and illuminate reality
They show me that you feel for me as I for you
When they are racing down your perfect face…

...But they are lies, these beautiful objects
They stem from pity, not from love
Our memories, now turned to poisons
Corrode my empty broken heart
So I will take my beautiful objects
And create somebody new
I will take all things that matter
And create someone who loves me
In my dreams, this will seem perfect
And with my new beautiful object
Created from all that is you
I will paint myself
A façade of happiness...