This isn't a poem nor an essay. This isn't a song nor a letter, this is just me writing my soul and why it's broken.
You told me you love me, you paint me blue skies, you talk to me like I was the only one who knows you, You showed me things I didn't see before, and now you left
We laughed under the moon and all the stars, we danced in your house like it was our own, you told me your fears, you showed me love I didn't felt before, and now you left
I sang my heart out, You laugh your heart out, we watched movies, we kissed, we made love, and I cried because it was beautiful and now you left
You kissed me while I was sleeping, I sometimes stare at your eyes without you knowing, i touched your face because you're beautiful, but you touched my soul because you can and now you left
I told you my past, my fears, my dreams, I told you everything that could hurt me and you did it so perfectly because now you left
I remember when we were in your kitchen, your favorite meal, your favorite breakfast, your cat at the dining table, my head at your back, my arms around your waist, your hands in mine, your words, my heart, your knife, why am I the only one bleeding?
My person, you were never mine in the first place, but all those times we spent together, all your promises, all my hopes, all your dreams, tell me, why am I the one bleeding?
Seeing your life in pictures, your bright eyes, that wide smile, your hands on someone's hands, your eyes pierced on someone's eyes, that tan skin that I like, now I know why I'm the only one bleeding.
August 2022