I grant you the monster you need to be free,
To anchor the weight of your pain onto me.
I’ll wear the armor of thorns you designed,
And leave every version of "us" far behind.
The greatest devotion is vanishing whole,
To leave no vibration, no toll on your soul.
If peace requires that I’m cast in the wrong,
I’ll play the antagonist, steady and strong.
I walk from the pages, I burn every line,
The choice to be nothing is finally mine.
For love’s final labor is letting it die—
No echoes of memory, no last goodbye.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
I grant you the monster you need to be free,
To anchor the weight of your pain onto me.
I’ll wear the armor of thorns you designed,
And leave every version of "us" far behind.
The greatest devotion is vanishing whole,
To leave no vibration, no toll on your soul.
If peace requires that I’m cast in the wrong,
I’ll play the antagonist, steady and strong.
I walk from the pages, I burn every line,
The choice to be nothing is finally mine.
For love’s final labor is letting it die—
No echoes of memory, no last goodbye.
