In the Dark

Don't kiss me in the morning when the sun rises, cause that means you love me. Don't let me think, don't let me think that all of this is real, that all of this meant something. 
Deja-voe? Another memorable moment resting in ashes of memories? 

Something is telling me this is different,love. 
Not in a better way, not even in a worst one. Just another feeling, another touch and another sensation lived at the moment and forgotten in the other.
Waking up 
You smell like a stranger, act like a stranger, kiss like a stranger and make me feel like someone I don't want to be. My place is not here , the voices in my head .. They are all quite and don't whisper any of  my bad thoughts. Where are my good ones? Lost in the fog, love. Lost in my confusion.
If you're thinking you messed up my brain ... Pretty wrong. You messed up my hair. Really badly actually , cause I can still feel your fingers wondering around and trying to find a way to escape, but you love being the one who makes his own way and get where he wants. 
Your perfume sticks to my cloths and my skin wants to burn it to make a big smoke around my head, around your head.

He give me his hands, and I didn't know what to with it so I break his fingers. I felt a strange lust and I express myself. Probably he did the same. 

It was one night. Felt so lonely together and I was thinking about someone else even in the personal moments. I wonder if he did the same and realized in the perfect time that I wasn't it , he wasn't the person I was thinking of. 

It was just lost and another moment lived well, felt wrong. 
But sometimes, my wrong decisions seems to be one of the best ones.