8/17/25

i hadn't lit no candle,

but something had known.

my silent wish had been loud enough,

and a whisper in my soul was finally shown.

you were there, cloaked as love,

yet i could smell the scent of fear unraveling.

though you had acted like you were from up above.

that had been when your needs became the alter,

and my truth the sacrifice.

and as a result, i turned my thoughts into pleasantries,

and my soul started to pay a price.

i learned how to tiptoe through the minefield of you,

grasping for any moment where i felt like i could breathe.

just to have a single day,

where i wasn't left on a leash.

yet here i am now.

i'm no longer that shape you had molded,

my corners no longer folded,

holding a severed cord with somebody who thinks they're holier than thou.