I wish we never met

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.