Were you just a wall
where I could leave
the heaviness of
my emotions’ footsteps?
Were you just a box
for me to contain
all of my secrets,
lock it up and walk away?
Regardless of what
you were to me,
what was I to you?
Was I another headache,
another heartache,
another soul-ache
to add to all the others?
Was I ever good to you?
Did I ever make you happy
even for a moment?
I can’t walk away
knowing I hurt you
whether or not you hurt me.