I wish not to tell you how I feel,
I choose silence so that you leave,
Kiss me goodbye and set me free...

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.
But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.
All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

I'd rather be not the light in your life
The bright day might make me obscure
I'd rather be the cold darkness
For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care...

And truths, these days, are spoken
The same way promises are made,
With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.