Love: The Horizon of Hate

I wish I had the courage to fully walk away

Not to say the aim is to hurt you

But to be free of all that binds me to you

You see my fairytale was different

A similar struggle but dimensions different enough to form a long arduous tunnel

But is there a light?

They say death is destruction because of the loss of life

But it seems here it might save mine

In all of your words I can’t find a sincere request to stay mine

So I begin to make plans of tearing myself open

Hoping that in all of the excess manure that is my internalised chaos

That the rare, delicate and beautiful could be found elegantly clinging to life

But then I realise – there is no point

For the minute I tear myself apart

The beauty ceases to exist for I have treated it callously

A sex doll with a mouth constantly in the shape of O

You’re just as bad as those who wish to    enslave me if you demand that I keep to a ‘you owe me’

This can’t go on no more

Digging a ditch wider and wider

The strength of an ox

But a grave still to shallow to bury this casket

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