You left in the dark
I was carrying a torch and I thought you were too
But once you found your peace your morals just grew
Rotten

How foolish not to realize
That it was just a disguise

That one time when you told me:
“Don’t just say your wounds and leave
And leave me all alone in grief
To make sense of all of it,
Better not say anything”

You were not talking to me
I didn’t have that in myself
And NOW I see it more clearly
You were talking to - yourself.

_M