now, i make the conscious choice,
willingly,
to forget you.
they say loving is like holding the sun in your hands:
blazing, scorching, warmth unending, scarring to the bone, it chases the darkness away, maddening, it melts your retinas. you'll keep it tight, out of devotion.
now, i make the conscious choice,
willing,
to let my own sun plunge into the dark sea, quenched until it becomes a dull, throbbing glow.
they say hating is like swallowing hot embers again and again:
burning, scorching, heat unending, scarring to the bone, it chases the breath away, maddening, it dries you up. you'll keep biting, out of spite.
now, i make the conscious choice,
willing,
to admit i could never do either again.
I'm far too scarred, too scorched, to love.
I'm far too tired, too scorched, to hate.
what's left for me to do?
