The confusion yet nonchalance, tugged at her subtle features,
Blanketed in the dead of night, yet still enough for me to read them.
Her metal chain cuff bracelet sprawled in her bag, my new deepest darkest secret
She was always my soulmate, but I was just a lithromantic.

"You okay?" I almost stumbled upon my once-vaulted feelings,
That had me tiptoeing around her walls, that I wanted to be in,
Her moon-eyes in dark skies, before it was gone held a new meaning,
Enough it was, to redefine my epilogue of this story in engravings.

"Yes, just wondering why don't you just cut to the chase?"
Taken aback, I didn't know whether to throw my cards or play it safe,
Didn't know why I expected to win this, when it wasn't even meant to be a game,
But a revelation of my scriptophile, to carve us on our new page.

Like the emotion connoisseur she was, her patience picked me apart,
As if she saw right through my cracks, piece by piece, shard by shard,
In hopes of undoing her, she had begun undoing me, in every part.
"I love you enough to be fine with you not loving me back," I finally plot.