I think
I’ll make a beautiful sunset someday.

Slow at first.
Cloudy.
The kind of sky people glance at and dismiss
because surely
it’ll become nothing.

I know that feeling.

I often think
I am nothing.
Just a blip
in this overwhelming world
full of amazing people.

My heart feels like those clouds.
Heavy.
Gray.
Holding too much.

But if you wait
just a moment longer
the whole sky starts bleeding color.

Blazing red.
Pink.
Orange.

And maybe then
you’ll finally see
how much I loved you.

How much my heart bled for you.

The passion
of a naive soul
who only ever wanted
to see the good in people.

Then comes the fading.
The deep blue.
The purple.
The dark swallowing
the last little pieces of sunlight.

Maybe then
you’ll see how sad I was.
How badly I longed to leave.
Maybe you’ll see
the darkness
I fought every single day.
Maybe you’ll finally notice
the bruises
you beat into my heart.

And this sunset,
this aching, burning, beautiful thing,
my last gift to you.

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