A Note to the Beautiful

I hope you never understand these feelings. When I lay down to cry I hope your mind goes blank. When you ask me what’s wrong, I hope you will accept my lame excuses, because if I told you then I couldn’t sleep in the innocence of your arms, and what good would two lost souls be to the world without one to bring the other back? So, please don’t travel down this path with me, let me push you away. I don’t mind what’s inside my head, as long as you remain in the beauty of your ignorance.