I cannot retrace the tears of beauty you painted of me. After scars of lakes and rivers bound you to scream, my arrogance and misuse of I love you’s filled your heartbreaks with sutures of stitching pain.
Now I question why I lost me?
I’ve been down by the shore of whispers that the ocean spray paints my emotions of stupidity. You got so tired of waiting for something to change that you waited in vein.
Now I bleed myself to sleep as I lose life over you. I cried the same tears you once spoke to me, now the ache of heartbreak rules me too!
I didn’t listen at that time, but in my space I felt the tears stream down my face as I aimlessly paddle closer to your silhouette that keeps it’s distance
from seeing the you in me you no longer see.