I gave you reasons to hate me,
the way I hate myself
but they were futile.
I showed you ways to leave me,
the way I left you; lead by disguised cries
but you chose to stay.
You insist on fighting my demons,
the ones I surrendered to
with righteous impetuses
I showed you my skin of stained glass windows, abandoned in a church where light no longer touches.
You chose to radiate allowing me to feel vibrant again.
You disregarded my
erroneous demands to forget about me,
And persist to listen to my whispers
and that you did