I have nothing
But warmth for your new adventures
I have nothing.
But I am silenced
by the care I have for you and my fear that you have something
something to say to me
like:
"I'm sorry, but you are more you than I thought you'd be. Forgive me
I spoke too soon before you got to know me. I'm sorry,
but you are not in my dreams, and I do not want you in my reality"
As I am gripping
my pillow tight at night
and staring
at the fireworks fleeting light
out my window
it breaks my heart
it burns my throat
and there's no comfort
no "hello, you're doing fine! You're so lovely"
You're so...
And there's no comfort
but like a mantra like a lullaby I hear, oh and it haunts me:
"I'm sorry, but you are more you than I thought you'd be. Forgive me
I spoke too soon before you got to know me. I'm sorry,
but you are not in my dreams, and I do not want you in my reality"
This is my reality.
Now you're leaving