All the small things

Grounded in us was deeply connected safeness for affection,
Roots could have spread
and we both would have blossomed, however,
the sun did never shine.
Maybe I was blind for reading your warning sings
and talked nonsense.
Je veux mourir dans tes bras,
Hum an old song so
I can move faster into the unknown.
Winter wind blows and touches everything around,
fingers turning cold,
pockets are full of wasted stuff,
but no rubbish bin would be big enough.
Started a riot, because I felt like empty-handed,
so angry and not understood,
Just like a walking shadow on your non-existent being-side,
Felt useless and sucked out from the things you have never done.
I know I say things that came across as taunts,
Riding straight into death, I'm killing myself.
Are you hurt, like I am hurt?
Never wanted more than who you are, because who do I surrender to when you cover it all up?
The small things about you burned into my brain,
you fear betrayal and I was betrayed.
Deep talks all night long, is what I wished, but you went silent,
Silence I fear for.
Tell me, are you hurt, like am hurt?
Or do you still don't know?