now walk out that door
without sparing me one final gaze
for these hands that failed to read
the clues you left unsaid
I was never found in your haze
you kept singing songs with your own muse
expecting me to listen
when I could not read the notes like you do
you laid your pages before me
but never sang this melody with me
give me your pencil
while my fingers are still learning to hold
give me your portrait
while I’m still learning the shades
you look into my eyes with countless emotions
while I only know how to whisper
those eight letters to you
you stand at the edge of where I long to reach
and I remain here
learning how to be brave
these waves come rushing through
and I am still a soul
that trembles before you
once I wished I could place a ruby
inside our scenery
but it will only remain a scenery
for I failed to play the role
you painted in your mind
step away…
as you already do
I mourn the version of you that might return
yet I know
I am no longer in this story
even though it cuts with every distance
I let you leave
with the smallest resistance
for loving you
was the only language I knew
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
now walk out that door
without sparing me one final gaze
for these hands that failed to read
the clues you left unsaid
I was never found in your haze
you kept singing songs with your own muse
expecting me to listen
when I could not read the notes like you do
you laid your pages before me
but never sang this melody with me
give me your pencil
while my fingers are still learning to hold
give me your portrait
while I’m still learning the shades
you look into my eyes with countless emotions
while I only know how to whisper
those eight letters to you
you stand at the edge of where I long to reach
and I remain here
learning how to be brave
these waves come rushing through
and I am still a soul
that trembles before you
once I wished I could place a ruby
inside our scenery
but it will only remain a scenery
for I failed to play the role
you painted in your mind
step away…
as you already do
I mourn the version of you that might return
yet I know
I am no longer in this story
even though it cuts with every distance
I let you leave
with the smallest resistance
for loving you
was the only language I knew