Where are you?
Why did you have to leave?
Wasn't the love I gave you enough to motivate you to show your true colors,
To bring forth light into the darkness you hide in and the caves you built?
Or to destroy the mask you wore to make sure no one saw anything beautiful?
Because then they'd expect things
And you hate standards.
You prefer to be afraid and small
Because you recognized that size does matter
And it's easier to be a shower than a grower.
Your insecurity over your ability to be more permeates the air
And everyone you touch.
You could be a healer,
But, instead, you poison the water with your blood
Your blood that smears across the mirror saying,
"Not Worthy,"
And everyone who knows you feels the wrath of your self-hatred,
Dark and strong like the alcohol you consume to get through the day
But I won't be a passenger in your car wrecks any longer
I won't stick around just so you have a companion
When you smash us both through the windshield.
You can be your own ghost, now.
I'm returning to the living.
I can live without you,
But can you live with you?
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Where are you?
Why did you have to leave?
Wasn't the love I gave you enough to motivate you to show your true colors,
To bring forth light into the darkness you hide in and the caves you built?
Or to destroy the mask you wore to make sure no one saw anything beautiful?
Because then they'd expect things
And you hate standards.
You prefer to be afraid and small
Because you recognized that size does matter
And it's easier to be a shower than a grower.
Your insecurity over your ability to be more permeates the air
And everyone you touch.
You could be a healer,
But, instead, you poison the water with your blood
Your blood that smears across the mirror saying,
"Not Worthy,"
And everyone who knows you feels the wrath of your self-hatred,
Dark and strong like the alcohol you consume to get through the day
But I won't be a passenger in your car wrecks any longer
I won't stick around just so you have a companion
When you smash us both through the windshield.
You can be your own ghost, now.
I'm returning to the living.
I can live without you,
But can you live with you?
