You can call me Mathias.
I am, a treasure.
But not your treasure.
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime;
Remembering when you were mine,
In a still suburban town.
When every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes,
And you'd skip your early classes,
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations;
I've become what I always hated, when I was with you then.
We looked like giants, in the back of my grey subcompact,
Fumbling to make contact... as the others slept inside.