Both of us hated ourselves –
so, naturally, we became lovers;
and from that, downhill it goes,
chaos strikes and pierces.

Subtle signs of unspoken truths,
looks subtle and avoided,
taking turns in dances unseen.
I wish I could embrace.

Alas, the worse comes:
this damn reality,
fears and regrets,
bottled up emotions,
and the anger for it all –
for daring to stop us
from being who we truly are.

“I love you,
so much you must kill me now.”