I try to understand you over the years, but you never open a window of concern.
You walked by me like an absolute stranger.
Soundless and alone.
You always managed life with a cold and even face.
Your venom tastes bitter under my tongue, and every time, I have to pretend that I'm ok when you're around.
Darling, we used to be passionate lovers. We hold a hidden temple that shades our love story.
I never removed my mask, I forgot my skin, and my colors turned gray.
Disguised, I walk trying to follow your footsteps