We need to talk

I forgot to fold the laundry this morning
but this is the price that you pay
when you are in love.
Ég þarf að tala við þig.

And I told you
and I haven‘t told you.
While the small clouds painted in a blue sky
are countable.
Like the days
that I am here.

We watch them pass by
like an aftermath
I still feel the vibration of your voice
The buzzing bees in fragile flowers.

And I couldn't say anything.
This is not how love should be.
A written conversation.
A distant connection
I feel ashamed for feeling like I do.
Since the days are too short
and nights are too bright.

I miss what I thought I could have.
And the dreams are not ending.
All of them, painted now in more detail.
Flowers on grass,
sunshine through trees,
a little bit of anxiety,
the knowledge of never being
the one who can fold your laundry.
But this is the price you have to pay
when you are in love.
Þú þarft að tala við mig.
Sometime.