Storms I Never Showed You
Suddenly, something grew inside my heart
Holding back the hemorrhage.
Ignoring all those years,
all those layers,
the weight that eroded me.
I couldn't look in the mirror,
recognize myself anymore.
I had changed.
It spread easily and steadily—
Asking no permission—just
silently rushing within my limits.
Found a force that tore me apart,
it needed to be released.
Never meant to harm you or myself.
It was the strongest,
I couldn't allow it to flourish.
For some, even love isn't enough.
I was dead anyway.
And I question myself,
Was it in vain? Was it a lesson?
Never wanted to break my word,
However, I could never become this one.
Never could I excuse that.
Your boundaries weren’t questioned or pressured.
But surely you always knew why
we ended up apart.
You know well that
I hold this bruise until death.
I keep quietly walking,
towards a cynical future.
Somehow your presence,
would make me drop the trigger.
Breathing, seeking ways
to stay away.
And if I could, I would paint the skies
pitch black, chaotic as tempests.
I hadn't shown you the storms.
Yet, wherever you were, surely
you would recognize my art.
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