There was emptiness inside me that even the biggest of the vessels couldn’t fill,
And a silence that couldn’t be broken no matter how loud I screamed.
*I was imprisoned by the walls of pain I had somehow built myself.

You told me you were sick, suffering from a dreadful heartache,
I couldn’t see the face under your mask, so terrible, so fake,
I believed your beautiful lies, and trusted your bright, hypnotic eyes,
*But, you left me trapped in a well woven tale.

What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?
Maybe, it was the way you spoke, your bittersweet voice so soft almost unable to be heard.
Or maybe, it was your words, so mournful and full of regret that I knew at once that they must have been uttered from a broken heart.
Maybe, it was the sound of you voice, how your tone had always spoken of heartbreak and misery.
Or maybe, it was how when you spoke all I could do was to listen in spellbounding silence.
What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?

You had made everything forbidden for me.
The way I couldn’t witness anybody smiling without recalling your ghostly smile.
The way I couldn’t touch anybody without remembering your soft caresses.
The way I couldn’t love anybody without thinking back to when I had believed that I had loved one who had deserved such a love as mine. How, you had been so silent, as though you had never yet to love or be loved.
You had made everything so forbidden for me.