You did not have the nerves to tell me you didn't want me anymore,
So you held on until the string collapsed.
And I was holding on from the other side,
Pushing tight,
Pulling still.
The string tore,
And I shattered,
All in pieces.

Opened my eyes—
There was no you,
Nor was there me.
It was all gone.
You did not have the nerves to tell me you didn't want me anymore,
So you left,
As soon as I fell down.
You were gone.

I am still
In the corner,
Staring at the place you put both your feet on,
The places you touched,
The magic you infused
All over the things that were once ours.
They're no one's now.
The things we loved
Turned into monsters haunting me all night long.
And your stories
Became nightmares.

Where are you?
Would you still remember me if you met someone with my name?
Would you remember my face if you saw me in a crowd?
Would you recognize my voice if it came to you in a sleep?

I am no longer me,
I'm a book haunted by all the memories we had.
I'm a cage holding myself inside, not letting myself out.
I'm a prisoner taking care of myself in this prison.

I am disappointed.
Never told you about that, did I?
That I also cried
When you thought everything was fine, when you did that.
And I said, "That's alright.
I've been through hell, but I'm back."
I cried,
Cried blood,
Until my blue eyes turned into a river.

My face crooked,
Every little inch you touched,
I washed those places,
But the stains never leave me alone.
You never let me live on my own.

Are you happy?
Are you free?
Have you found the one you've been looking for?
Or just anyone who isn't me?
How could you stay so still while I was drowning in my tears?
I bet you knew how I would feel.
Still, you left.

So go now, go.
Burn the letters, though the memories won't leave you.
They never did.
I was blind.
I was living in my own mind,
Making you what I wanted you to be.

Because I loved you. I swear I did!
I loved you, and I love you still,
By the places you linger,
By the words you said,
By the songs we sang,
And the stories we made,
By the touch on your skin,
Our touch, which reached the moon.
I swear I love you still...
And I fear I always will.