Something was left in the day,
Sparkling on a murky night,
how could you be okay with yourself
knowing that you emotionally destroyed someone?
He scratched himself,
and just said,
sometimes we shed our skin to find something
that we have lost a very long time ago.
Like a gem.
Like an old you.
Like our soul.
He would never tell that he loved her,
but she heard him say it.
I love you isn’t always just 3 words.