Gust of Rust

and it's a shame that it ends this way
with nothing left to say
so just sit on your hands, while I walk away

Every letter you wrote healed something of me, 

It read you missed me like nobody else did, 

Yet someone needing Hades—
How could I believe it?

You told me I am needed, 

but the time is not right. 

If I were an anchor,
why didn’t you fight for me?

You showed kindness,
then closed the door as if I were a stray.

When you speak of love, why do I feel frayed?

On you, I didn’t want it to weigh. 

So I left. 

Oh boy!! 

I'm so good at running away. 

 

I changed my address,
did my best to disappear from your space.

Oh boy, for just 2 days I'll be on your head, 

Then you'll forget me like did the rest. 

Oh, I needed somebody—
someone to trust—

But you were certain:
you were the keen blade, and I was the rust.

If you hadn’t, I would have bet on us.