Whiter than I remember,

your fingers lifted the veil

upon my eyes.

What do you see into my smile?

For I’m still there, into our sunset

building soft castles of sand

devoted to the prince you never was.

And you’re still chasing the rainbow

of ribbons from my golden hair,

reciting eerie odes for the fairy

I never tried to be.

An addict of invented thoughts,

sweet memories false in their core,

that’s who I am.

Do you see more into my smile?

Gentler than I remember,

your fingers lifted the veil

upon my eyes.

And I started to hate you.