I stay up late at night
restlessly thinking
about all the things I could’ve been.
I could’ve been so happy,
that my smile alone
would’ve been enough
to keep you here.
I could’ve been a volcanic
rush of anger,
so when you hurt me
I could’ve burned you to ash
while you walked away from me.
I could’ve been so sad,
that my tears would’ve flooded
the hole at our feet and
drowned you down with me.

Instead,
I watched you take from me
all I could’ve been
and said nothing.
And I reached my hands out
towards your back,
yearning for you to turn around
and see the desperation
plastered on my face,
that I was unable to say out loud.