When I look at you,
You look back,
When I smile at you,
You smile back,
When I shout at you,
You shout at me,
When I fight with you,
You fight with me.
When I look at you,
You look back,
You gift me fire,
But I burn my heart,
For it was burning me
With the thing you've given me.
But you are a mere object,
I - a being with breath and soul.
And yet you manage to make me
Spill my ghost out, kill my joy.
Oh, my precious, you know me so well,
And yet you know nothing of my being,
You stay silent, water in your mouth,
Spit it out! Spit it out on my fire!
Make it sleep, make it light away, my sire,
But you will only obey, do so,
When I act on the very thing I said so,
For I am you and you are me.