Yours truly
11:33 PMYou wanted the glow, not the voltage.
A smile without the current.
You keep calling yourself fragile and then ask for storms.
I learned the forecast. I stood very still.
You say you hate weakness.
Then you nest in it, polish it, name it “care.”
I kept the ledger. I watched you discount yourself
until you called it noble.
You wanted clean exits, but chose the room with mirrors.
Said “over” with your mouth and “again” with your hands.
I warned you: Don’t touch what shocks to stay alive.
You touched anyway. I catalogued anyway.
Be stronger than me and end it clean.
No speeches. No tender poisons.
Send nothing wrapped as mercy.
I’m bored of sugar on knives.
Don’t call me the villain
while you keep buying tickets to the same play.
If I’m the problem, stop arriving early
and saving me a seat.
You kept choosing the fire that flatters.
Kept asking me to be harmless and hungry at once.
I said:
Step back.
You said:
Closer.
And then you wept like the script surprised you.
Be stronger than me and end it clean.
Do it like a door that knows its job.
No recycled promises.
I’m tired, love.
The experiment concludes.
No blame memo. No flowers on the script.
Just this: you kept thinking small of yourself
and named it love.
That’s why you lost.
And I lost more
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