In this empty house that is my heart,
you merely patched up the rooted cracks of my foundation.

they say that a persons eyes are a window to their soul,
but the glass was shattered long before you were here.

my skin crawls and stirs like moon lit waters.
you were supposed to be my anchor,
but with each lie you told
you let me drift farther and farther away

thank you for leaving.
because without you loving me,
I've finally learned how to love myself.