I once wrote you:
I donโt care if
the whole world
looks in a direction
opposite from mine.
If you look at me,
the whole world is mine.
I should have written that to
myself.
If you ever come back,
I will tell you:
The sun is
closer to you
than I will
ever be.
So burn,
if you wish.
You will not
see the shadow of
me
even if you
become
the sun
yourself.
I am not arrogant,
but you left a scar on my heart
that turns blue
every time I think of
you.
You promised not to walk away
so I built a home for you
inside my heart.
Your voice,
your promises and
your laugh
filled it with life
and love.
And now all I hear when I enter is
the echo of
your anger and
your deafening silence
that I never deserved.
So I fall to my knees and
I crumble in the corner where
I once dreamt youโd hold me.
And I choke on the dust of the
butterflies
that fell from my stomach for you
and the tears that
hailed
from my eyes for you.