I wish you had the courage to say it.
I saw it in your eyes,
that cold morning in the coffee shop,
the way you stared.
It was a game then,
dangerous, but I played because I was bored with my days.
You watched my eyes, you saw that I was willing,
I let you in...
The first night I dared to believe we were real,
collapsed in on me when the sun came.
But that was our story,
hiding
in
dark secrets.
Such short months
destroyed the blood in my viens,
poisoned it to cold passion,
the kind that consumes you from the inside
until you destroy yourself.
And still you do not have the courage to say it.
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