I’m only a remainder, whatever’s left 
after repressing every part of me
that’s you.
This scene is muted
for to speak would be to fall
back into your arms.
I don’t balance blame
but I’m not saying sorry
for your mistake
or for my footsteps.
Baby I’ll watch memories tiptoe
on windowsills and sleep soundly
within coffee cups.
Fractured by contrast,
a silhouetted world
where I turn 
from what I know is bad for me.
There is no oxygen
in goodbye.
The moon still glows,
the rain still falls 
and I owe you nothing
for leaving me broken.