It was another...

It was a one-night stand laying on the floor. Multiple layers of tastes, sugary skin and floral scent.

It was another pale figure depicted in the silence of this cold night. But... this 'ghost' was a good one. It was a speechless romance, a deep affection running out of breath underneath our veins.

It was a sunless story, a great sadness in someone's history.

It was another bitter-sweet moment, immerged into an evanescent illusion, another wave of heat burning our fleshes, inflamming our bodies.

And now, I can't properly breathe.

It was another reason to feel betrayed, another liar telling me stories instead of a real prayer.

I remember your skin, as pearly as the milky way, but your lies are as dirty as a motorway.

It was another disease, a psychological one, a piece of madness, a hypnotizing sadness.