What am I to you?
This question is haunting my days, haunting my nights.
The days and the nights you spend away from me.
While I can't help myself but think of you.
While I can't help myself but wait for you to come home to me.
What am I to you?
This question is spinning round and round in my head.
I feel butterflies when you look me in the eyes.
But do you feel anything when you dive into mine?
Do you want anything from me?
Cause I would love to steal everything from you.
What am I to you?
Just flesh and bones?
Or do you feel anything when my docile body moves under your warm hands?
I swear my flesh is on fire when you touch it.
I swear my bones could break like glass, so fragile against your will.
But is it it? Tangled bodies in an unmade bed, just for the night?
What am I to you?
I would give all I have to keep you.
I would forget all I know to only remember you.
I would change who I am to please you.
But you, what would you do for me?
What am I to you?
This question, without any answer after all of those days.
This question that ask all the stupid girls I guess.
This question that turns so many souls.
This question you won't answer.
Why? I better not think about it.
Yet here I am.
Longing for an answer.
Praying for a "everything" in response.
Trying not to think that it could be "nothing".
Begging my heart not to break.
To stand it, just a few minutes more.
For the first time I asked the question out loud.
Eyes in eyes.
Hand in hand.
But in a second you left it all.
You didn't say anything.
Just avoided my gaze, as you always do when you see love in my eyes.
And in your silence, I found my answer.
What was it like to watch you leave?
I don't know.
Maybe just like you went away with a piece of me.
Maybe just like seeing all the stars disappear forever of my sky.
Maybe just like hearing all the goodbyes I had heard in my life said all at once.
Amy
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