No denial.

Your face
Your eyes
Your scent
Your touch
Your voice
Your words

I can deny every single thing.
But everything tells me,
You still hold my heart,
Inside your weird hands.

Although I am slowly letting go,
I still love your presence and everything else...
About you.
And you are growing stronger by the day.
I disliked you for your weakness.
The point is, I love you for your strength.
And even though every single inside of me is weaker by the day,
I still wonder when the remains will disappear.