𐒐ᎥᎦᏲᎥ𐒄ᏬᏒᎯ ᏒᎥᏥᎥ†

Look at you…

So unattainable now. So far from what we once were. But still, you walk in and my air goes to hell.

The same sparkle in your eyes. The same poison that made me addicted.

—Look who's the important one now. —Congratulations. You managed to escape from me. —Although… I never escaped from you.

I walk toward you. Slowly. Without haste. Like a predator who knows his prey still remembers him. I don't need to touch you. You already feel me. You're trembling.

-You look well. —Success, power… you have them left. —But I swear, nothing has turned out as well as when you asked me for more with a broken voice.

His gaze wants to kill me. Let him try. Let him do it. But he can't yet. Because he still feels.

—You still have that fucking look... —The one you used when you begged me not to leave. —And now I'm the one who watches you go... every damn night, in every dream I can't shake off.

I approach. I enclose you with my voice. With my silence. With the tension that hurts more than a gunshot.

—What are you now? A perfect woman in a clean world?

I let you breathe… barely.

—I didn't come to ask you to come back. —I'm not that guy. —I just wanted to check that you still tremble when you hear my voice… —…and curse me for not having been less poison and more cure.

My eyes don't blink. My voice doesn't tremble. But inside... I swear, I'm burning up.

-Tell me the truth. —Was it worth leaving hell… if you keep dreaming about the devil?