Let me find you.
I know you are there, hiding in the shadows, silently waiting.
Holding onto what we had, well, that is hard.
Too hard.
Memories are falsified and, anyway, you killed them.
So many things I cannot control flow from my finger tips like magic from some book.
The only one here I lay and cry and I wish and I pray and everything.
The wind is blowing, trying to tear me apart.
I use my nails like razors on my arms, clawing at them in desperate motions of pain.
I want to claw myself away; I want you to leave me alone.
You say things that aren’t said right or right to say.
You hide in the shadows.
Alone.
Like me.