It pains me
That the cold wind would aggravate the silence
That once was laughter
Whenever our souls would cross
In random space.
It pains me
That your eyes would not meet mine
Anymore.
It pains me
That you always want a painful distance
To maim our tryst.
It pains me
That I lost in your game
And now paying the price
Of indifference
And unwanted longing.
Perhaps
You are scared
Perhaps
You really spite me now
Perhaps
It wasn't worth anything in the first place
It pains me
That I know I'd be
Laughed at in the face
By these groundless self-made assumptions
Just like before.
Who could have guessed what was
Behind that beautiful face?
Why do you keep that fake smile?