The sun sings in the sky,
watching us wake,
from the same spot every morning.
I communicate behind closed doors,
thinking out loud,
chatting to a picture of us,
thinking of the past,
back when things were so simple,
when you saw me as your sunlight,
before I became an endless evening,
dark secretive shadows,
that you fear.
My heart has always been here,
it did not originate from the internet,
or a foreign land.
My love is not a virus,
or a death sentence,
it shines too bright to bring shame,
but all the same,
you send it away,
praying for the return of somebody I never was.
I’m not like this because you broke me,
but I am broken by the way you left.
I am broken by my journey,
but I am fixing myself.
I climbed a new family tree,
because I was pushed from the one you invited me into.