Walk me crazy

Your sorcery had its way with me.
I left my brain on the stairs,
on the way out,
or upstairs
to your apartment
where I shed my clothes
and my skin
and forgot to let you in.
I locked the door
on the vibration that
caused the start of my depression.
This would be the best tale yet
if only we hadn't done this before.
I would jump from the fifteenth floor
to the cement below
and you would stand at the window watching,
in awe,
as I so bravely go
to the ground below
to live our life solo
seems as though
I got lost
somewhere in translation
or in the lift
on the way up
to your fifteenth floor
apartment.