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The Heart I Doomed
I saved you from myself— from the wreckage of the storms underneath my skin, from the dark that devours even light, from the corpse that barely clings to life. I set you free, my love— like a dove from trembling hands, watching feathers vanish into dawn, while my soul bled quietly behind a smile. But in saving you, I broke what was true, for the cage was never you— it was me, and I stayed behind its bars, counting echoes that still whisper your name. I doomed the heart that truly loved you, chained it to memories I can’t unmake, to the scent of rain on your fading skin, to the ghost of warmth that still burns in the cold. Now you live in peace, untouched by the ruin, while I drown in the calm I built for you— a martyr of my own mercy, a savior turned sinner for loving too deeply, and letting go too late. If I had known redemption would taste like the last goodbye, I would have chosen the fire, burned gladly— and let the world watch me die loving you.
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