.the Nothing That You Left Poem by VILMA XELIN

I was more than strong
I was more than smart
I was more than a lover
I was more than myself

I was more than your left hand
I was more than your second half
I was more than you wanted from me
I was more than you could ask

I was more than loyal to you
I was more than your support
I was more than your friend
I was more than your muxa

But I couldn't scream more that your ghosts
I couldn't recover your scars
I couldn't save you from your mother
I couldn't protect you from your father
I couldn't help you to rebuild yourself

I couldn't inspire you to keep walking
I couldn't carry you up from the floor
I couldn’t give you my whole hands
I couldn't take you back to the happiness

I couldn't make you to want to continue
I couldn't make you to believe in yourself
I couldn't make you to try a new option
I couldn't make you make it!

Your doubts were stronger than me
Your weakness was higher than me
Your repression was bigger than me
Your frustration was more than me

I become into a new victim of your dissatisfaction
I become into a partner of your pain
I become into the best friend of your weakness
I become into the wife of your pessimism

Now I am a part of your anxiety
Now I am one side of your ira
Now I am the knees of your insecurity
Now I am the mother of your incredulity
Now I am...
...the nothing that you left