My love was once like ink, that was indelible on my chest.
It was on my heart and it was public for almost all the rest.
It stayed for four years without disclosure, and then I did.
And then I never hid,
And we didn't stop talking.

But my love began to wear away,
Because you couldn't feel the same way.

It still lingers, and you can still trace the faded letters with your fingers.
It left a mark on me too, as if it were engraved right behind those letters, those words, now forever too true.
But I was basically forced to not love you.
So I had no other choice, but to try and let go, and go on with the show,
*This is a fake front of progress for being over you.