• Paradox:
    the way you move;
    those lips, I taste your heartbeat in your kiss;
    stoic, your eyes don’t twinkle the way they used to;
    a dry scent haunts me;
    a song is uttered from those lying lips.
    Words spoken hold no relevance to those thoughts,
    the distance in your light,
    your fading love.
    I did this to you.