something died...

I died twice looking at you.

The first time was when

My skin was still hot red

For your touch,

And the cynic me died

Because I believed in something

Fake.

False hope.

The second time, something else died

It was my heart.

Or... did it die?

Perhaps only just burdened with

A stone of grief.

At that time, my skin cried every time it looked at you.

but don't worry, the way you killed me will live on in my memory.