By Myself

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost

The vast night lined,

Openings in the seam of the world,

Memories caught in the shuffle,

I cannot remember the last time I was hurt,

And did you save yourself?

Because I hid myself,

 

When it got harder to breathe,

It was easier to leave,

They’ve all forgotten me,

I’m a lost soul on a journey,

But we had intertwined,

Now you’re hard to find,

And did you save yourself?

Because I hid myself,

 

Scars forgotten in the ceiling,

Fissures I did not see,

Started showing,

When you came by,

It all came down on me,

I don’t think you should see me cry,

I won’t tell you another lie,

 

And did you save yourself?

Because I hid myself,

 

Why do you see me?

Why can’t you leave it be?

Why did you fight for me?

Why won’t you hate me?

 

And did you save yourself?

Because I hid myself,

I hid myself,

By Myself.

Author's Note

up for any criticism or interpretations