the past comes like tides to my shore,
soft with lies, hard with roar
a cycle of salt
of grief dressed as gold
whispering "there was goodness behind you"
but i remember
the tearing
the clinging
the ache that never lets go
i was the walls.
i was the fortress
i was one man trying to hold the line
and one man cannot hold the fort alone
so i bled
and i broke
and i ran
but if i flee how far will it follow
will the tides chase me to the highest mountain
remind me of everything i could not carry
everything i let drown
are these waves my own weeping
or is it yours too
your tears caught in the foam
your sorrow spilled into my storms
im sorry
i couldnt help you
i didnt even try
so i shut the gates
i sealed the doors
i hurt others, then myself
until i was nothing but stone and silence
a ruin gnawed thin by regret
is it enough
to want to mend
to whisper a name and mean it
to hold the wreckage and call it love
do i sink
do i disappear
is there even anything left
worth making right
or am i just the echo
of what should have been done
when it still mattered
a part of me died with you