If my coldness met with yours, would it give you warmth?

I am the most complicated
not by chance
but by choice,
cloaked in mystery.
However close you seek to come
another veil will rise

I am not easily understood,
far deeper than you dare imagine,
far beyond your reach.

I do not reveal myself
to idle hands,
and if I should unfold
you will wander paths
few have ever known.

He wore a mask,
and controlled the narrative.
His charm tried to pull her under,
but his eyes gave him away
she saw the lie.
She built her walls for a reason;
he never touched her heart.
She let him wear the mask,
and watched him play the part.
She’s not angry
just disappointed.
He never had to lie.
She would have loved
the man beneath the mask.