Do you remember that lost voice that you once used on me years back?
That voice that captured my soul and bound me to become addicted to the very essence of your aura is now a long distant fragment of memory. I heard it today and it brought back all those fuzzy feelings but it also brought with it pain and defeat for that voice was aimed at someone else.
I sat there today with my back faced to your beauty regime. It felt good that I didn’t have a single urge to just stare. I like the fact that I look like I don’t give a fuck on the surface.
If you only knew how it’s destroying me piece by piece inside.
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