You followed me
From room to room
Asking what was next.
Was it the fight?
Was it the scowl?
Was it the tears?
Only I knew best.

I wish you knew
That when you followed,
I wept. I begged
For your effort
For your love
For back then.

You followed me
From room to room
Never asking what may be
The reason behind
My insanity,
My sorrow.

I wish you knew
That it was you.
Your empty heart,
Your black and blues.
Your hurtful words
Your hidden clues.

You followed me
From room to room
And never once
Did you say sorry.
Never once
Did you mean it.

I wish you knew
That I was broken
Into not one, but two.
I wish you knew
How far my feelings,
They flew,
For you, for this room.

I wish you had opened
A page or two.