aftermath

 

What’s the real reason,

Behind the silence you give me, my dear?
I can read anyone’s thoughts with ease,
But yours, the one I love, remains unclear.
Did it all end the very moment
We shared the warmth of a single sheet?
Did regret creep in, silently growing,
When blood stained the fabric beneath our feet?

We’re both trapped in this game of silence,
Where egos clash, but desire won’t subside,
Was it too hard for you to admit
How fragile our bond was, how tight?
How far can a man go in this dance of lust,
To bed with a beautiful face and grace?
I saw your circus from the very start,
But was blind enough to let you stay in place.

We jumped too quickly into the fire of desire,
Too drunk on the passion, the heat we ignited,
Only to find, when dawn touched the sky,
The emptiness lingered, all dreams uninvited.

Tell me, how did you truly feel,
When you saw my blood, my tears, my soul,
Scattered across that bed we shared?
Did you drink to numb the pain,
Or regret the truth that you left untold?

Even now, I still wonder
If we’d waited just a little longer, my love,
Would you have been mine without regret,
Or would our ties have stayed strong enough?

Those empty words you spoke so gently,
Were they meant to shield me from the truth you hide?
Or were you just protecting yourself
From the hurt and pain that would collide?

All the men I gave my heart too much,
Left me with the question I can never erase,
Did you love me for who I truly am,
Or was it just my face and body you chased?
Did you love me deeply,
Or just the skin that you could trace?