I dared calling you “sunshine”,
carrying hope, shedding light on me.

Maybe it was such a cliché…

However, I dared,
I dared to whisper,
I dared to give,
I dared to love,

You dared to bypass me.

My heart crumbled.
It was lethal.

No wine can erase memory.
No morphine can erase pain.

I was wrong.
After all…
you were the risky cliché.