I have spent too many days crying in dark rooms,
As if the whispers of your memory can fix it.
The worst part is I don’t want to forget you
If I let you go then who do I belong to if not my darkness.
You were split open on the sheets of your own remorse and secrets,
I just walked all over the broken pieces to get to you in time.
I didn’t need saving from you,
I needed saving from myself and you were so good it.
So good at reducing me to what I was with you,
When I didn’t know what I was without you
So much so that this broken heart didn’t seem broken.
Just didn’t seem like home anymore.