Hidden beneath...

I remember the bitter taste. The sweet softness of the touch.

It dripped out of my mouth and on to my clothes.

It was everywhere all messy and sticky.

I remember your face. That nose that I  loved to touch.

I placed sweet kisses upon it.

It felt just exactly how I imagined.

Those big brown eyes that failed to conceal your hidden sadness. That you never chose to share. If you look for long enough it's all laid out for everyone to see.

You looked odd in a way that I liked. I wanted to know you more but that wasn't an option for you.
I wanted to delve into the depths of your soul but skating on the surface was enough for you.
I was eager to learn more and find out your secrets, the ones you don't tell anybody. I wanted to find out the things you do when no ones watching.

I still wonder what could be hiding underneath.

Honest isn't one of the things you like to be. Not now and not with me.