Poem for Johan

I know that you think of me as not true, I know that you think of me as not you. I know that you think no one ever sees. I know that you think this is how it is. I know that you think no one feels your pain, I know that you think this is all in vain. I know that you feel nothing is real, I know it can suck to be out of luck. But what if I could show that I really won’t let go, what if you could bear that I could really care. What if you could view me as you should, what if you could see all that you are to me. I don’t have the solution, nor is it my intention, to create any delusion, but if I could ease your tension, create a new dimension, I would call it suspension: freezing all that is, and seal it with a kiss.