Where the **** did you go when I needed you?
I trusted you, opened up and bled in your palms,
we held hands for so long
I forgot what it felt like to
use my own, alone, to sculpt and shape the world around me.
I melted in your arms a few years ago,
I felt sparks.
The red beamed out of my eyes and I felt like a ******* superhero,
but it wasn't anger, never rage, it was something you created,
a passion for another person I can't seem to find anywhere else no matter how hard I look or what color I paint it in.
How could you let that happen? You just sat and watched as I crumbled into uneven pieces all over the sidewalk
for the world to see but just keep passing?
That's the funny thing,
you told me you would leave
and I didn't believe you,
I just kept trying until the day you did
and now I write letters I know you'll never read, love
I get it..




I wouldn't stay with me either.