I want to write

I want to write

On what you did to me

On what I felt back then

And on what it still has on me

 

But my hands…

They feel numb…

They can’t move

 

They want to… but back then

You used to make them move

With your love,

When I wrote for you

Those were the best I wrote

And probably the last I wrote

That was actually about me

 

I want to write,

On myself… and you

You… who aren’t here anymore

Never was…

 

I want to write,

On how hollow I feel

On how painful it was

When you left…

 

I want to write,

On solitude…

On myself…