NEPTUNE BURNS

echo

how do I let go of all the anger you've left me to carry, when you refuse to admit you left me at all?

Is it easy to know I was a disregarded fancy taken from pity? Is it easy to see me pretend there was never room for ache in me? And why am I unable to stop thinking in questions when I dream of you?

It's never been a question of if you left, it was always a why. It will always be why.