The skies were dark
and I was told by you
that this
was where the hurt came from.
The earth was cold and the skies
were dark
and I was told by you
that I
was where the hurt came from.
The earth is cold and the skies
are dark--
and I am dancing in the kitchen.
Pale as a ghost, light as air,
without a ray of sun for so many days
I don’t remember what it looked like
before the gray came rolling in.
Despite the dark I can now see
you were the clouds, the cold,
and it was you who brought me pain.
I left myself at your feet,
lost in your empty promises
and chained by your words--
But abuse is heavy, and it took its toll--
I couldn’t carry us anymore.
I missed myself more than
the person
you pretended to be,
more than
the life I thought I'd live,
more than the sky,
more than
the sun.