hmmm? love, you were saying?

How can it be I hear you breathe when you’re years away? I still have things to do, a life to live. I’ve never asked you to come and yet here you are: lurking in the shadows, hiding under a hood, like some coward. Show me your faceless face; I’m not afraid to see you. I’m not afraid to see what you truly are. Just come out and tell me why you are here? Just to mess with my head? Again? You really think flashing your scythe scares me? Blades are like toys to me, remember? You taught me once how to play with them. Don’t pretend you forgot all about that. I wanted you then. I needed you then. But you chose to walk away from me. And now you’re back. The thing is… now is not a good time for me. I’m busy with that meaningless everyday routine of mine. And you know what? I happen to like it. So I’m asking you again: how can it be I feel you breathe towards me? Our time has not yet come. I know that and you know that. What are you doing here? Turn around, leave me be, I’ll do just the same…Let’s pretend I never sensed your presence, I never longed for your kiss, I never wanted to forget about everything and go with you. Let’s pretend you were never here. Maybe and just maybe we were never meant to be…