Your goodbye didn’t come in words.
It came in colors-
Soft at first,then cruel.
Like a crayon box left in the sun,
Melted,twisted,
Still pretending to be whole.

There was a bleeding red in the way you first loved me-
Too much,too fast,
The kind of color that stains your fingers
Long after the page is gone.
I thought I was your favorite,
The one you'd never let dull.
But love can look a lot like fire
When you don't know it's burning you.

You drifted into quiet blue,
A shade that never speaks but always lingers.
It was the kind of sadness
You don't notice until the room feels colder.
Until your name stops sounding like home,
And starts echoing like distance.

I clung to your flickering yellow,
The last of your laughter,
The fake smiles you wore like stickers-
Easy to peel.
Never meant to stay on
But your warmth was borrowed,
And you gave it back before I was ready.

There was hope,once-
A trembling green we drew together,
When we still believed in growing things.
But even gardens wilt without hands to tend them.
And you let go so slowly
That I didn’t realize I was the only one still holding on.

Your silence came next-
Not cold,not loud-just...black.
The kind that seeps into the cracks,
That waits until you're alone to settle in your chest.
You didn't say goodbye.
You just stopped coloring with me.
And somehow, that hurt even more.

Now I sit with with this crayon box
That still smells like childhood and endings.
Picking through pieces you left behind.
The wrappers are torn,the tips all worn-
But I can't throw them away,
They remember you too well.

And maybe the worst part
Is I still sit with that crayon box in my lap,
Picking out the broken pieces,
Trying to draw you into a picture
That never finishes the same way.

Because even now,
With fingers stained and a heart worn thin,
I keep choosing the same colors-
The ones I loved the most,
The ones that hurt the deepest-
And I still press them to the page,
Knowing they'll break again.
But I color anyway.
Because that's how you taught me to say goodbye.

Think outside of the box for a second
Just one, please
Forget all about what you know, want, feel
Look at me, us with no power, knowledge about any of this

He cares, he asks, he's looking for you, he wants you
But "just as friends"
He fights, he wishes, he's doing all he can to stay with you
But "just as friends"

I sit, I cry, I lock myself in a cage up in the sky
I wait, I cry again, I hope for everything to end
Therapy, tears, anxiety, is all I think
When you just sit and talk to him

You know it hurts me
You wish for everyone to be ok
Yet you always say "it's not that way"
I swear to you he's *

But it hurts, and I cry
And I never fall back from the sky
Because I always feel
That "what if" running through my veins
It's evil, it's dark, it makes me do things
I never wish I've done

So please, one second
You don't know me, him, us
You look, you analyze everything
From the outside of the box