Many times I have wondered
how it could be possible
that in all of my life
between physical, mental, and emotional pains
there has never been anything
quite as painful
as you.
My heart so fragile
my eyes so bright
my spirit so light
I wasn’t prepared
for the storm that was you.
I loved you with every breath
I let you touch me
every part of my soul
every part of me
I held your hand
I dried your tears
I ignored the ones
that you set free in me
I helped you pick up your pieces
So much that
I started confusing yours with mine
I started getting scared
scared of your pain
and eventually
scared of you
but I stayed
because losing you
would have been far worse.
Just a few more pieces,
I told myself
His pain will stop
and you will both be free
I know you were more scared than I was
I know that all you wanted
was to escape your own pain
not to inflict it on others
But trust me
When you don’t heal your own wounds
you will end up
bleeding on those who didn’t cut you.
And standing covered in your blood
I was ready to leave
But don’t worry
I have left a few pieces behind
they belong with you
keep them safe.