I was a man with hollow eyes,
Reaching for light but buried inside,
You held me close, warm in your glow,
But how could I give what I didn’t know?
You saw the good, I saw the gray,
You called me love, I turned away,
Afraid to show the scars I keep,
Afraid that love was more than deep.
You made me feel, if only brief,
That I could be more, find some relief.
In your arms, the shadows stilled,
But alone they grew, unfilled.
How can I love you, when I don’t even try
To love the man who hides behind my eyes?
When all I feel is lost and wrong,
When all I breathe is shadowed song?
You loved a shell, a fragile thing,
A heart too broken to let you in.
Now I sit alone, torn and blue—
How could I love you, when I don’t know how to love me too?
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
I was a man with hollow eyes,
Reaching for light but buried inside,
You held me close, warm in your glow,
But how could I give what I didn’t know?
You saw the good, I saw the gray,
You called me love, I turned away,
Afraid to show the scars I keep,
Afraid that love was more than deep.
You made me feel, if only brief,
That I could be more, find some relief.
In your arms, the shadows stilled,
But alone they grew, unfilled.
How can I love you, when I don’t even try
To love the man who hides behind my eyes?
When all I feel is lost and wrong,
When all I breathe is shadowed song?
You loved a shell, a fragile thing,
A heart too broken to let you in.
Now I sit alone, torn and blue—
How could I love you, when I don’t know how to love me too?
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