You won me like a prize, something to be displayed, your hands unwrapping me with quiet arrogance, as if my skin was stitched just for your touch. I felt something— not desire, not warmth, but something hollow, something I couldn’t name. I unraveled in the air, my thoughts drifting like dust in the morning light, while you whispered lies so sweet they almost felt real. Almost. And when the dawn slipped its fingers through the blinds, I already knew. I knew you would leave, knew you would vanish into the day like a bad dream, knew that by sunset, you would be someone else— a stranger with my name still fading from your lips. Now we pass each other like ghosts, all that we were buried under the weight of what we became. Our love turned sour, curdled into something bitter, something neither of us dares to touch. -lai