Sometimes it feels so strange

how things just happen, how they align

how they find each other

without even being sought

That’s why it’s so hard

to tell apart

what’s real from illusion

You, baby...

you’ve always been my mirror

where I saw flashes of my own truths

so many, so empty

as if my mind was painting

its own reflection

That’s why it’s so hard

to separate the threads

the real ones from illusions

It’s so easy to love you, baby

even when everything feels different

in so much of your mirror

I see myself

You burn, you fade, you rise again

you break, calm down, and keep going

always... just like I do

It’s so easy to love you

When you paint with passion

the colors cry with intensity

when you tear the photos

you tear your heart apart

and when you can’t let the past be silent

it’s like you can’t lose yourself

from all that pain inside it

I see you

the way I see myself

and that’s why it’s so hard

to separate the threads

the real ones from illusions

It’s so easy to love you, baby

because even though everything is different

I see pieces of me

in everything you are

You burn, you fade, you rise again

you break, calm down, and keep going

just like I do

It’s so easy to love you

I’ve sung your poetry as if it were mine

I’ve drowned in your demons’ laughter

as if they were laughing in my dreams

I’ve floated on wings of wandering wind

that wanted to carry us

to the same unknown place

That’s why it’s so hard

to separate the threads

the real from illusions

It’s so easy to love you, baby

without asking for anything

Because when I see you

I see me

When you fall, I shatter too

When you rise, I breathe again

And though I can’t tell what’s real

my heart still knows

it’s so easy

so easy to love you

so easy...

to love 🤍 you...