Vanshira

I offered you the rest of my life. It seemed so little compared to yours, and yet you accepted it. But when you told me you loved me best as I was, not as you were, you didn’t mean my time. My meager years were far too thin for you. You had to fill them all with everything you thought a life should hold. To take us everywhere you wanted us to have gone, you drove my fragile engine faster than it was ever built to go. You stuffed my time to bursting and struck every match I had so that I wouldn’t miss a single sight. Now, you stand over me and wonder why I lie here far too quickly broken empty and burnt out. Why did you leave