If you ever.
Had any empathy for me.
One tattered shred of respect.
You’d let me go.
Confess there was never any love.
Lift your wings and go.
Sever me.
Curse me.
I beg of you.
I don’t tell you this.
But it hurts.
I need you to go.
It has to be you.
You have to be the one to do it.
Because I love you too much to do it myself.