I got a sweet taste of what love could be like.
Your eyes on me, your voice softly caressing my soul.
You made me feel embraced and accepted, and for once I thought I found my person.
You spoke my language like it was your mother tongue, but still ended up leaving me with more questionmarks then answers.
You said you would come back, but closed the door on me in darkness. Just me left alone in pitch darkness, waiting.
The silence hit me like knife, sharp and long was the blade you decided to stab me with.
Just for you to come back and blame my bleeding on myself.
Maybe it wasn’t love after all. Maybe it was just a tease. Hurt people, hurt people.
Understandood but not pleased by the aftermath.