I will let you hate me
Not because you have a right to it
You don’t
But because your tears will turn to acid the moment you realize there is no one to blame

I will let you grieve
You’ve got a right to it
Maybe even draw new lines between the two of us as if they haven’t drawn enough
As if they haven’t already sorted us by faith and labeled us like toys
A dollhouse in the middle of a shooting range
Where doors do not connect and floors shake
Where the sound of trigger is all we hear
The smell of blood, all we crave
We keep writing each others’ names into tombstones
Thinking it will somehow lead us to heaven
As if the key to the promise land is encrypted by the devil in ash and destruction
Or the flames we’re setting outside will ever be able to wash away the ones burning inside of us

I will let you run
Break through the openings we managed to keep
Flee
Flee to the edges of this earth
See the ocean
There
Where no hate is there