i chose to lose
turned my wounds into a map
navigating my pain
through routes to hurt you
realizing i was just out
to bruise my own heart

i used to believe
wearing armor
will protect others
from what I could become

and vulnerability stings
but you've shown me
strength through disarming armor
is just a way to soften
without breaking

retribution fed
by memories as sharp as knives
where time, being the unsung hero
exhibits that pulling the knife
just makes the bleeding worse

in time i must let go
of the scales weighing our past
for what i have done
i will dive deep for coins
throughout my lifetime
in the depths of your sorrow