‘Isn’t it painful?’… is it?
Even while holding you like this, my hands caressing your supple skin, sharing this warmth and emotions, still a small room is perceived chilly in spite of the present circumstances. The mattress turns to solid stone and I could swear I heard something crack. Although I whisper those words to you over and over to state my feelings in the most honest manner… why do you grasp on to that wry face?
Your words can be ice cold and drip poison; I doubt you ever repair on what you declare or the harm it could inflict, the disturbance or distress it causes. Your deeds are no less immoral or damaging, always lashing out at the minor provocation. Your violence overwhelming, yet I manage to see beyond that fierce facade, whose personality is full of flaws and I came to fall in love. Three years are witness to my unrequited love. And though I was overjoyed after finally obtaining an opportunity… it all comes back to