Stop denying it, stop acting, stop pretending.
Do not keep forcing your mind looking for a new excuse for me.
You thought it was very easy to make fun of me but you did not know how difficult it was to pretend.
You painted promises in every corner, in every wall that surrounded us. But you forgot to cover the windows.
Then I woke up and I could see everything again, the real thing, without masks, without taboos, without lies.
And guess what; I saw you, but this time it was not you, or rather, you were not the theater I saw every morning, you were an improvised idiot without a script. Confused and nervous, sweaty and disheveled.
You hummed every sentence, thinking about every sentence and point you were going to say.
But honey, your little game is over. Was over.