Those twinkling lights in the sky aren't stars,
they're the beginning of hell,
When we would lie in your front yard gazing at them
you would tell me that if there was a star for every minute
you loved me,
the moon would be
lonely.

But my time ran out
and all the stars ever did was
burn my hands,
Now the scars run up my palms
like abandoned train tracks
coated in rust
waiting to be polished.

You left me broken,
lying on the bathroom floor
grasping my chest because
the air was too thin,
I was unable to swallow the oxygen
swirling around me.

You set fires in my lungs
and watched
as I suffocated
reaching for your hand
to pull me out of the flames,
You walked out the door
leaving me only
with the false promises
and lies
you filled me with.

You were the reason
I got out of bed in the morning
when I was so depressed that
all I wanted to do
was lie
under the comforter
until the darkness
took my life.

Now,
how can you expect me to
function properly
when you were the light
that lead me to fields filled with
hope and love?

You picked me up off the ground
and knocked down the walls I had
barricaded myself with.

You
were the boy who helped me
gain the strength to
fight off my demons,
but now
You
are the boy releasing them from their cages.