Yes, I’m taking a step back.
That doesn’t mean I love you less,
doesn’t mean I’ve given up.
I’ve drained so much of myself—
lost pieces in the process
of helping you find yourself.
You might think I’m selfish,
but no, I deserve this rest.
It’s a silent scream from inside,
too worn to bear more pain.
Is this goodbye? I don’t know.
I was never given a chance at goodbye—
people walked out, abrupt,
left me to deal with it.
Those I trusted most
gave me reasons not to.
Give me time to heal,
to light up again,
to stand strong and feel alive.
To be able to dream
or to hold a pen the least.
Maybe I’ll return,
but it’s not fair to ask you to wait.
So do me a favour,
take care of your smile for me,
will you?
