You are the reason I feel guilt,
Everytime I see the past.

When nothing never happened,
But in my head.

It was and still an innate way,
Of making everything about you.
It was and still the love,
Making that muscle beats.

There’s a kind of fear,
-Like a caution tape-,
Making my hubris of love,
Gnawing me inside.

I wish I could,
Tell you everything 7 years ago.

You must’ve said “Yes”.
Like what happens in my sleep.

In February the 24th,
I woke up at midnight,
You were here, online.
“I still love you”, I said.
And now, you’re back.