I left traces of love, in the spaces of my words
Never knowing, if she read between the lines
She spoke in a way, I could interpret that she knew
But she left a faint sound, of feeling lost and confused

Her words struck, as if I was the one not understanding
That she was, the one dying inside because of me
This tethered our connections, solidified our silence
As both of us had drank the poison, we let ink flood our veins