i. the words that broke me were not the final, chosen, thoughtful, ending ones but the rash, passionate ones no-one was supposed to read. An Affair di..
In your eyes I saw a cross section of myself and knew, you knew my secrets, but my mask was unyielding under your passionate pleas for true openness. ..
with crayons of multicoloured accusations of love, you coloured me black. Now I am a colour-not-a-colour, a simple tone. How i denied you, time after ..