Selfish

Unspoken words attached to broken time.
I wonder if you noticed that I was missing.



A set of eyes I used to be in awe of
 now strike me as violently as closed fists.



Selfish me for wanting honesty, you say.

Which kiss brought forth our last?


Which embrace did our arms become limp?


Could you see it in my eyes
the day I chose to walk away?



Selfish me for wanting loyalty, you say.



Do you remember the sound of my laugh,
or have my sorrows clouded every other sound?


Day by day, you’ve played in my face, 
expecting me to look away.



Selfish me for loving you.



Selfish me for loving you, 
for chasing the fleeting moments of tenderness
 you offered like crumbs beneath a feast.



I wanted to be the one who could fill your hollow,
 believed that love could heal a broken mirror
without seeing the cracks in my own reflection.



Hopeless me for thinking love was enough.



Every word you spoke tasted like honey 
until I swallowed the bitterness hidden underneath.


You knew just how to make me feel seen
before turning away, leaving me invisible again.



Hopeless me for believing in your lies.

I thought I could save you from your shadows, 
so I danced in the darkness just to keep you company.


But you never reached out, never cared
how many times I tripped over your ego
just to stand by your side.



Hopeless me for mistaking your control for care.



Your love was a game of mirrors, 
every glance a reflection of what you needed.
 I bent myself to fit your frame,
until I no longer recognized the person staring back.



Selfless me for losing myself in you.