I am the sun that warms your face
But you …. Stay cold even on sunny days .
Rusted palms can’t seem to find home
The real issue is , I loved you . But I don’t like sitting in the rain .
It’s possible, I’m your umbrella , but it can’t rain all the time .
Maybe I wanted to be your savior and make wounds - scars …
But you became the anchor .
You broke my chest . When I wanted to be your rest …..
Now I’m a thousand miles away .
I have no regrets . I just wished you realized you are more than what they left you with .
