I held out my heart,
not knowing it was already breaking,
not knowing your smile was hidden in darkness,
and your warmth was the chill of the nights I always felt.
You promised me forever with a voice made of sand,
with words crumbling, the moment they touched my ears.
I listened!
Yes! I listened, hoping to hear a little truth,
but all that was ready to be served was silence between promises.
Your touch was indeed soft,
but never was it real,
like the way the wind brushes against your skin,
and then leaves no trace of having been there.
Love is an illusion,
a ghost of affection you never gave,
while I was drowning in dreams
of a love that was not even a glint in your heart.
Your eyes never saw me,
yet they looked through and beyond,
to the mirrors you had made of my hopes,
Manifesting only what you wanted to see.
But I,
I wanted so much to believe,
but decided to wrap myself in your lies,
letting them eat deep into my skin like that of cold fire.
Today, I lay here,
with empty hands,
cherishing the memories of something that never was,and even wondering if I was ever more than a passing breath in your world.
