I still stand
In the echo of the shadow you left.
Over the numerous truths you told me.
I exist solely
Solely upon the broken identity you left me with.
I sometimes cry
Remembering the times you laughed at me.
And I laugh
When I think of all the drama you lived in.
I walk out sometimes
Forgetting that you weren’t outside my gate anymore.
I call you
When I often feel like I can’t live without the pain.
I sometimes smile
At my wounds inside and out.
I lay down softly
Where you held me with hatred.
I crawl in
With the wafts of a love that never was.
Sometimes I see
That point of no return in my map.
The fool that ran back, every single time.
I’m sometimes lost
In the maze that I built with my blood and sweat.
I’m sometimes me.
I’m still you.