I'm afraid to be fooled again.
I spotted your blade shining behind your back when I was nearing you.
Your lips were so welcoming, your angelic face floated in happiness, your desire embraced me.
Honestly, my heart froze like an early winter, and my skin hardened like an Arabian desert.
What is an extra stab in my heart?
What is another scar on my rough skin?

art by Julia Razumova