There are times I wish I could ignore your existence the way you do mine.
But then I'm reminded how rare a heart is that holds space over time.
You live in there now, a growth weighing down my chest.
And sure I could cut it out along with the rest.
But you know me; I never make things easy.
So I'll forge my soul not of gold but of iron.
I'll let my eyes gloss cold as I focus my fire.
And yeah sure, my mind tends to tire, but I'll callus in truth before I ever live a liar.
You could still shine you know?
You could choose to let dead weight go.
No wonder you shrunk through our time
Trying to keep your tales all in line,
But I told mine too, I said "I was fine."
Till one day I grew a spine.
I said what was wrong in hopes we might realign.
Instead you thrashed out like I had bad intentions in mind.
You thrashed out more when I hid myself inside.
"Talk to me" you'd beg but I already had you pegged.
Anything less than "great" was awful.
If I try to suggest I'd only ever get a mouthful.
So I learned to speak with my eyes in the hopes that you might realize,
the way your warped the world would only tend to traumatize.
We live in there now, our own personal hell.
Whether we burn or freeze only time can tell.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
There are times I wish I could ignore your existence the way you do mine.
But then I'm reminded how rare a heart is that holds space over time.
You live in there now, a growth weighing down my chest.
And sure I could cut it out along with the rest.
But you know me; I never make things easy.
So I'll forge my soul not of gold but of iron.
I'll let my eyes gloss cold as I focus my fire.
And yeah sure, my mind tends to tire, but I'll callus in truth before I ever live a liar.
You could still shine you know?
You could choose to let dead weight go.
No wonder you shrunk through our time
Trying to keep your tales all in line,
But I told mine too, I said "I was fine."
Till one day I grew a spine.
I said what was wrong in hopes we might realign.
Instead you thrashed out like I had bad intentions in mind.
You thrashed out more when I hid myself inside.
"Talk to me" you'd beg but I already had you pegged.
Anything less than "great" was awful.
If I try to suggest I'd only ever get a mouthful.
So I learned to speak with my eyes in the hopes that you might realize,
the way your warped the world would only tend to traumatize.
We live in there now, our own personal hell.
Whether we burn or freeze only time can tell.
