It was an innocent touch that meant nothing to you,
oh but it forever burned, pressed on my skin like a tattoo,
the delusion of me having you, translating into different depth of emotion, longing for a devotion, was a wrong choice i partake in,
as in this fleeting seconds, i’m still trying to erase that sheer print along with every other color you accidentally painted my heart with,
What can i do? Except to leave with nothing but a grey coated heart?
I know i have to go
