There was a girl I’d give anything to hold Didn’t care if you were shattered— You were gold in the way you broke An entangled mess, But it felt like home It wasn’t about fixing what cracked It was enough That you were real I was full of knots Holes patched by your silence And maybe you felt the same Maybe I was too much Too quick to reach No push and pull— Only me, Pushing Now I’m left with a fist full of sand What could’ve been Slipped through my hands I walk these streets with a ghost in my chest Lost a piece of me When you left Are there porcelain masks unbroken? It’s okay— I wore mine too Stared at the mirror and whispered, "Who are you?" Now the mask only falls In lightning flickers But in those flashes I see myself again Still breathing Still cracked Still standing Now I’m left with a fist full of sand What could’ve been Slipped through my hands I walk these streets with a ghost in my chest Lost a piece of me When you left I’m sorry I pushed when you didn’t pull Maybe this is time Maybe this is grace Maybe we’re both Just learning To breathe Without breaking
