Her bitter kisses were trapped in the back of my mind. The taste of her tears as we said goodbye, she not seeing I was breaking my own heart for her, an offering to the gods that she might have a future away from me... the man she loved... the giant rock chained to her ankle, pulling her into my Stygian abyss. I broke her heart so she could mend it and more... make a stronger one. She had been begging me to let her go for well over a year, but I saw such future in her eyes and I wished only to be important in it. She was shaking... I drove off to work knowing I would bleed much longer than she did. It's my nature. My mother left when I was little, making a she shaped hole in me, and I'd never fill it with anyone. So I set myself ablaze and let her go. She deserved so much more. A man who could bring her the prestige she desired. A man who could sleep next to her each night instead of hiding from his demons in another room. A man who could remember her birthday. A good man... that wasn't me yet. I was young and I knew it and it wasn't helping her. Not one bit. But she loved me... and I her. I had to grow up so hard after that. I grew so hard my heart broke. Seven times. Once, lying on the floor of the dingy shack where I worked I remembered the taste of her tears our last moment together. And I wept. Because now she had become a hole in me as well... you see, love doesn't conquer all. It's not a warrior. It does not fight, for that's the ego. No, love is the grace to let go of yourself and say... "goodbye... I love you"
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PuisiI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
