Call Me Echo

They say I'm alive,
But why is there a lack of a heartbeat in my chest.

I'm praised for my hard labor
When really I'm still in bed
asleep,
dreaming this nightmare
called a life.

My melody is pleasing to them;
My songs of lament.

I force a grin,
Less they unearth the truth of my agony.

Truth is that my love
Was not enough to keep you
Here next to me.

My love was a breeze to
Tickle your ear.

My arms were like mist,
For you escaped them so easily.

And when my heart shined for you to see,
You held up your hand,
To cover your eyes.

You walked away with my heart
In your breast pocket

I know that if my story was told
All would find fault in you

When it is I to blame for not loving you
More deeply,
More purely,
More truly,
More bravely
And last, but most important,
More openly.