A/N: This is a songfic, but it's different from the way the other authors write them. You'll find out anyway, so there's no need for me to explain it to you, huh? Besides, the song is German so I had to translate it. That's why it doesn't rhyme anymore. Okay, this is my second fanfic concerning POTO, and I hope you like it. Maybe you could review it, I would really appreciate it.
What We Need
From the day you've saved me I knew there was something between us. Maybe it was this majical aura you always took with you wherever you went; maybe it was my heart that was treated nicely the first time ever what caused me to love you. But time used to make us older and silence made me fear what came just in the last months. I was quiet about it, never wanted to waste the time we spent together during the night. Other things filled your mind and for you I was only the Phantom that accompanied you at night – not the one to love you anymore. That was when you started to work as a ballet teacher.
"I need to do this, Erik, ballet is my life," you said and kissed my cheek, "and it's what I can do best. You'll see." You kissed me every night, but soon your thoughts left our bed and went up again, back to the Opera to your élèves. Ballet grabbed you and didn't seem to ever give you back. I didn't understand you. I tried to, hard, but we couldn't go on like this. You were seperated from me. I tried lots of things, then. I put all my hope into the power of looks, I tried to catch your eyes and look at you. Maybe my eyes could tell you what I couldn't. I thought it to be a better way than cursing ballet. Don't shame the truth with bitter curses, my Madame, it's not good. I didn't want to give you hidden hints, didn't want to make you think about "us" just because something told you that we didn't fit together anymore. We had to get there by ourselves.
You did not respond to any of my looks. For you, it was only my hand touching you at night, without any message trying to reach out for you. Did I try hard enough?
Take it, my Madame, that my heart breaks. Our love is frozen. I've watched out for your loving look for so long – you never gave it to me. By time, I wondered whether you were as cold as ice. And I swore to myself, if I ever found that your soul stopped speaking to me at all, I would loose this battle and leave you. There was no sense in holding you by me. I would let you go.
My heart breaks. With every second of the day you don't think of me it gets worse. It breaks if you don't see that we belong together. You are made for me, and I am made for you. We had it, we had our love, our passion. But where did it go?
Now, when I look at you, you stand next to me once, the other time I stand here. It's not that different. There's no sense in where we are anymore, not for you. You don't care.I bitterly lost your love.
My life turned into a blank battle of surviving. The only reason that I keep myself warm is just so that I don't freeze to death. I lost all the joys of the day you gave me, I forgot how the birds sing and how beautiful the darkness of the night is. All I need is a bit of light. Just a small one.
And my heart breaks and breaks. What we need isn't time. It's love. Time took all those things away, but love can bring them back. Can you give this to me? Or, can you give this to yourself? For your soul gave up speaking maybe too long ago…
Take it
I have to try and understand you
Because we can't go on like this,
We have to try to look into each other's eyes
And not to shame the truth with cursing
We have to get there for those who follow
Let's ignore the time of signs.
Take it that my heart breaks,
For our love is frozen
If your soul stopped speaking
I would loose this battle.
My heart breaks if we don't see
That we belong together
And if we don't stop to destroy our lives
When I look at you you're next to me,
Once you stand there, once I stand here,
It's not that different, not that different
I keep me warm just so that I don't freeze
Keep me warm just so that I don't freeze
What we need isn't time but love
It would be hard for me not to write my songs
But I write them for you and I write them for me
All I need is a bit of light
So don't change me before your soul stops speaking.
