A madman

A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman.

A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.

Who can give you that unconditional love? Love that you would be ready to die for, my madman? A woman. A woman can give you her heart before even realising its price.

My madman, I am not that kind of a woman. I do not even wish to know what price my hearts beating has. I do not wish to stand beside you and yearn for your touch. I’m not that kind of a woman ,my dear little madman.

My madman, a girl is standing in front of you. She’s the one that is looking in to your eyes trying to understand the language of your inner world. She’s the one you should take care of. She’s yearning, madman, she’s calling.

I am leaving you. Not because your intentions do not meet my needs or expectations. I am leaving you for your own sake. You’re already mad. You’re already a madman for even believing that an hour of your day is worth of spending with me.

Take her. Take her to your ship and sail far away. Do not look back. She will heal you, my dear little madman.

I’ll stay on the shore wondering if the wind is in your favour. I will stay and pray for your ship in hopes that it won’t ever touch the depths of the sea. You have found your treasure, my madman. Do not give it up for a heart that is not worth sacrificing for.

For my dear little madman.