Nothing to you

I fear for I have not loved myself I have become your muse For all the wrong reasons Torn flesh by the words you have said Each one cutting a little deeper I am to the bone No tears shed

But I still hold on to the echoes

Of a love that never grew

You painted me in shadows

Called it something true

I break in silent pieces

Where you’ll never see the fall

But even in the wreckage

I’m still standing, after all gave and gave until I disappeared

A ghost in your gallery

Hung on your wall of shame

My silence screamed the loudest plea

But you just called it poetry

Now I’m learning how to breathe

Without your name I mistook your chaos for passion

Called the damage devotion

But I’ve bled enough in silence

To know I deserve more than erosion And I still hold on to the echoes

Of a love that left me bruised

You framed my pain in silence

And called the ruin truth

I break in silent pieces

Where you’ll never see me crawl

But even in the wreckage

No tears shed… but I still feel it all