Cigarettes and ashes that smoldered like our love--
Another one I've put out too soon.
Harsh words spoken without opening our mouths--
Another cold shoulder where I used to rest my head.
Glances of longing, dipped in hatred mix with your cigarette smoke, yet I cannot say which of the two brings more tears to my eyes...although I fear you know.
Incoherent as usual, you cease to see the tenderness that we concealed in our recent past.
It seems like years...
As I reveal myself to you, your fear embraces my weakness, and you destroy my hope once again.
I've become transparent to you.
I should have never let myself begin to care.
I promised myself that you'd never matter.
I've failed miserably.
If I'd never loved you, you'd be infatuated with me still, and I wouldn't cry when neither smoke nor glances were in the room to induce this dripping pain.
