Convention dictates
That I must say goodbye to everything
And yet
It is only my half-convention:
Sincere and yet
With myself:
Do you realise
How complicated
Everything can be
Inside my head?

I love and hate
In equal measure.
How do you understand
What happens
When this pleasure
And this pain
Become so intermingled
In the maelstrom.

The maelstrom
Is all I know
And you
Are all I love
For the moment.