I see you everywhere… a trace, so beautiful. You're in everything… and everything seems touched by you. Even the mirror.. it feels like you. But somehow… I look for myself… but I'm not even there. Just a burden... A shell... What more is even there? Tell me — Should I tear myself apart from you... or let this heart… keep beating for you? for someone who never knew Then Couldn't help but think Was I bonding with your trauma or bonding with you? You left me alone and confused This feels familiar.... Feeling used.. Left wondering what was true. "Left me to face the aftermath… Of everything you never healed through." Did you need a rush? Was it a crush? Or we counted each other way too much? I see now ...... Maybe it was .....never about us can't help but feel "I'm always too much yet somehow never enough" "Was I bonding with your trauma or bonding with you?" Couldn't help but think bout you I won't chase you nor run from you I kept trying to lock myself inside you. But did you ever try to find yourself in me? I guess... we burned at different temperatures — I was all flame, and you stayed frozen, afraid to melt, afraid to feel. I tried to peel you open like a wound, but you flinched every time I inched closer. As we neared something real, you recoiled — called me out of frame. Now I'm crawling on the bed — I guess so... I'm just dead. Will you bring flowers for my death? Oh, not roses — but lilies, white ones