Savoring the thrill

I
was
telling
you deepest
secrets of my heart
while you were savoring the thrill

Cynicism at its finest

it’s cynicism at its finest
when you worry that
I’ll react to
venom
you
spew

it’s
you
who failed
to see the
magnificent me
the fault then lies in you, not me

always a cautious one, she is
now treading lightly
all over
this soft
weak
heart

it
has
to be
without doubt
the first of its kind
this surge of love I feel for you

all
this
started
this one time
you looked at me with
what seemed to me as interest

they fill me with nostalgia
when I think about
past futures
that were
not
mine

for
me
writing
is not a
form of expression
but an attempt at suppression

you
have
broken
my facade
now take me out of
a shattered existence of mine