It's been eight months or so.
Summer arrived before winter clawed away
the final leaves from the withered trees.
Dried leaves dewed in sweat,
besmirched upon the warm, wet ground,
wishing to be petrified, but here they remain,
dying a slow death in the heat.
I gave you the words you needed
to sever me from your life.
You'd accuse me of a wrong doing,
and I'd stand witness against myself in my own trial, this life.
You'd say I was unfair, rude.
I'd say I was sorry, and that it was all my fault.
You'd say you stopped talking because you felt insecure, I accepted. Even though I knew of the surgical precision
with which you severed me from yourself.
I was the whetstone, the sword, and the executioner,
you merely watched.
How can one be so foolish?
Perhaps I was desperate for love,
perhaps I romaticized you,
perhaps I idolized you into a figure of worship.
But were the prayers meaningless?
The words of affection, and of assurance,
were they meaningless to you?
You received them so easily.
Where is my reward?
Where are the fruits you promised to bear?
Where is my love?
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
It's been eight months or so.
Summer arrived before winter clawed away
the final leaves from the withered trees.
Dried leaves dewed in sweat,
besmirched upon the warm, wet ground,
wishing to be petrified, but here they remain,
dying a slow death in the heat.
I gave you the words you needed
to sever me from your life.
You'd accuse me of a wrong doing,
and I'd stand witness against myself in my own trial, this life.
You'd say I was unfair, rude.
I'd say I was sorry, and that it was all my fault.
You'd say you stopped talking because you felt insecure, I accepted. Even though I knew of the surgical precision
with which you severed me from yourself.
I was the whetstone, the sword, and the executioner,
you merely watched.
How can one be so foolish?
Perhaps I was desperate for love,
perhaps I romaticized you,
perhaps I idolized you into a figure of worship.
But were the prayers meaningless?
The words of affection, and of assurance,
were they meaningless to you?
You received them so easily.
Where is my reward?
Where are the fruits you promised to bear?
Where is my love?
