unsavoured
i fought it, once.
i built whole walls out of promises,
out of other people’s hands,
out of mornings that almost felt real.
but you’re here now,
and i am tired.
tired of pretending
you aren’t the ruin i want.
tired of pretending
i can be anything else.
she deserves better.
he deserves better.
i am not better.
neither are you.
you say hello,
and it feels like the end
and the beginning
in the same breath.
i could walk away.
i could save them.
i could save myself.
but my hands are already reaching,
and some part of me
has been waiting
to burn this whole time.
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