Why is it that I must be who I am,
a coward with no wings but wanting to fly
am I sure the wind will catch me?
Or does my hope lie in the fallacy of my dreams,
my thoughts unsure?

I cannot blame you for who I am
I let you go fully knowing that I will not be complete without you
But you broke me and you went with her.

Did you not hear my unsaid words, my desires, my wants
It was to be me and you
I met you first
I loved you most
I cried for you last.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy