I didn't want to push too far,
but you were all I had,
and I needed to know that you would not take my heart again
to that unpleasant yet familiar place,
where love turns into nothing more
than dust below a story of hate.
I left a few notes for you
from the voice inside that is eternally untrusting -
but in secret there was a fraction of me
beginning to trust a part of you,
but I guess you never read what my heart had to say.
I have my faults and many flaws,
but these are things you cannot control.
I was imperfect but I tried to be the best version of myself
that I thought I could possibly be -
I never gave that up,
I always believed that you still loved all of me.
I never imagined we would get to this point,
when the ship no longer needs the lighthouse,
and the lighthouse now needs to live alone
with the sadness of becoming
the forgotten dust below.
