My room feels like a shrine
from all the gifts of love
you were always giving to me...
now each one is a tomb.
I should have spoken up,
told you how much I needed you to stay.
I should have been much stronger
and never broken down so many times.
I wish I could be braver,
so that you would never want to leave
the fragile mess inside of me.
I wish so much that I wasn't afraid
of failing in gaining back your love,
because my room feels like a shrine
and I don't think I will ever be ready
to clean away all of the gifts of love
you used to give me,
wrapped up inside promises of your eternal,
undying love.
