An eternal chaos dwells in my heart
like a feeling unknown to anyone
No one can explain it, and feeling to believe
is harder to bear than admitting it.
I believe that I love her
and even if what I feel is false
I'm either too stubborn or ignorant to admit it.
I fear that she'll leave and where would I be?
Back in my unchanging hell, a personal failure.
She consumes everything that I know.
A glow of her around every object and memory
It's a feeling in me now, not the chaos,
but something unknown to anyone
No one can explain it, and believing to feel
is harder to admit than bearing it.
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