Begone.

Left with unanswered questions,
like shaking the habit of ecstasy,
time starts running through you,
the expression on your face shows it,
but your words seem like you know it.

Are you afraid that i will abolish you,
expose you to the world.
like you had the guts to abandon me,
with cold hands.

tell me where in the book i wrote the wrong words,
point me in the path that tripped and fell,
show me the place that i was indecent.
i can prove to you that what you did was unnecessary
that my flaws became invisible
when the true you becomes visible.

--Syla