The Things I Cannot Say.

I was on fire,

you wouldn't give me water,

you would watch me burn.

You wouldn't give me hope,

there'd be no concern.

I were to wonder,

aimlessly without reason,

you would still be there.

In your chair or on your phone,

while I disappeared.

Found heaven from here,

it would be to give you peace.

Because less of me,

is also what I require

to become peaceful