There's only a tiny piece of me that stayed alive when you left.
I was never any more whole than I was in that moment
when you smiled. I couldn't bring myself to cry,
my smile did it for me. I'm withering away,
like a pressed flower- perfectly preserved,
but way too hollow to come alive. Letting you walk away,
my nightmares bloomed from crushed rosebuds,
with your heels clicking in the snow.
I don't think it hurt you, but you cried.
I'm in so much pain, but my face keeps on lying.
Come back. Please.
