You haunt me though you’re still alive — how strange that ghosts can breathe. I built myself in borrowed light each piece of me beneath your myth. talked so loud you filled my head with truths weren’t own. wore words praise dread until voice was gone. created many versions to prove enough for you. But love see now loving free means losing what never true. lit sky then watched it fade set the fire turned away. Yet I ashes learned stay dance within own decay. can’t be umbrella now I’m standing storm alone. My heart bruised has somehow find its rhythm