You know not how weak I am. How I painted my mask and locked my longing inside.
Yet, you called me phenomenal. To a facade like me.To a coward like me, you called me and made me beautiful. If you knew all of me, I wonder whether you will gasp in despair or frown in disappointment. Maybe, you won't be surprised because you knew all along or perhaps, I don't matter to you. It might all be in my head and you might have just called me without much thought. You were only a passerby but the ghost of you haunts me every night. It
by my name.
Your phenomenal woman.