I cried myself an ocean when you left me
let the tears do the talking
for what use were my lips if they couldn't kiss you
I built a fort and hid from the sun
saw nothing but the night
for what use were my eyes if they couldn't see you
I poured my poems back into my mind
forbade them from being loved
for what use were my words if they couldn't please you
I painted my world grey the day you broke me
exiled my colours to the netherworld
for what use were my paints if they couldn't paint you
but today
I let a ray of light hide in my corner
watered a dead flower to life
today I decided to bloom again
for
what use is a sorrow that only consumes you
the healing will come when the healing decides
