wishes and reality

 
I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.

Basically, I wish that you loved me

I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.
I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.


...und am Ende ist Liebe doch immerwieder eine viel zu schnell zerplatzende, schillernde aber auch falsche Seifenblase, die nur Schmerzen hinterlässt, wenn sie kaputt geht. Das Herz bricht langsam, aber dafür umso schmerzhafter.

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