When You left,
Even the walls knew I was sad.
Everything was looking at me in pity.
All these inanimate objects dirtied by the presence of my weakness.
All these far away friends not caring to look any deeper than what they wanted to see.
I couldn't stand the thought of who I had let myself become.
He said when He met me he knew.
But I could stand the knowing looks, because I knew he understood.
I knew he knew I wasn't that person
I realised then forever I had been looking for someone to fix me and in doing so
the only people I had in return became people who wanted me to fix them.
All these broken people pushing shards off their broken hearts into other people so they can feel
more than nothing and less than lonely.
When you left I realised there was no one coming to save me.
My sadness might be here to stay forever, but perhaps one day someone could love that too.
I allowed myself in the warmth of Love that is Love and not a thinly veiled war to let it all go
and that girl faded and fell away.
Most people nowdays just remind me of Someone I would rather forget I ever was.
I want to take a journey far away and live by the sea.
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