It’s not good.
It can’t be healthy
to find the things
that hurt me
and watch them
repeatedly.

But it is the only path
I know how to follow
to learn their truths,
to see how you
hurt them
and how they hurt you,
to find the point of
convergence,
to find a point
of forgiveness.

So, I sacrifice
my small horizon of light
to descend into
the pits of night,
to sip sorrow’s
poisonous brew.
Cause even though
you need to
I know you wont
face what deceives you.
That shiny ****
that pleases you
also blocks the truth.

So, I walk into
that which will
disintegrate me,
to set you free.