The You In My Stories Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I wish I could bury my insanity in me,
and myself in your embrace,
as the lost men did with the sea.
I wish the siren would sing for me,
as she did for those before,
before the two of us met, on each other's lips,
behind the sun, and the people.
I bought you my heart, from the Merchant of Venice
but it was only the illusion of it,
as it was a stone more than a heart.
In your stories, you are as people see you
but in my stories, the sun gives you his crown
and god worships you, more than you worship him.
I'm rambling again,
but it's true.