I miss the reflection
of myself on the ground:

thinking of the affection
I thought I found,

little did I know
it was all a game for you.

But still I miss:
the way
your lips tainted mine,
the way
your arms holded me close,
the way
your voice whispered sweet lies.

But still I miss:
when you made me wither,
when you broke me apart.

But still I'm here...