Making Suppositions

[myself]

I’ve been running in the angry rain

Having no regrets

Trying to remove myself from your game

Trying to forget your nice-sounding name



The more time I spend with you

The more unreadable you become

More mysterious than ever

Yet near me all the time



I can only make suppositions about you

You manage to veil your life from me

Many opinions on you, how could I know what’s true?

I’m sitting in the sunlight, but around you

It’s only darkness and mist that I see



In response, I veil myself

And quit your company

I keep away from you

And the places you usually go to

But you’re out at your game again

You get in the company of silence

And I can only make speculations in your absence



The best I can do

Seems to be running away from you

To get rid of these feelings of curiosity and uncertainty

Wondering whether I should trust you

Hoping you’re wondering about me in return

Desperately trying to understand me yourself

Not daring to ask directly

Imagining novels about my life

While being aware it’s only fiction