you probably don't remember
the confession I made,
or how I had a one way
conversation with the night
when I just couldn't listen
to what she had to say.
so it haunts me, with a mask
that looks like your face,
with no figure, no silhouette.
just your face and no matter
how many times it appears
that look never fades away.
so I had a conversation with
the night, and she could not
listen to me. she painted over
my face so many times, until
the paint became a new layer
to my skin.
