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Ash.... Poem
I'm tired.....
I am tired of translating your silence,
of untangling the threads of your lies
just to find a version of us
that actually never existed.
We built a cathedral out of maybe,
and watched it collapse under the weight
of never.
I'm tiered...
I'm tired of the fake shit.
So let the fire have it.
Let the hope turn into ash.
Because I am done with breathing
in the smoke of you and calling it
love.
I'm stepping out the
Let the ground go cold.
Every word you speak has a double
bottom,
a trapdoor, a hidden seam.
taking my time, I would pull at loose threads,
thinking I was mending us
to only realize I was unraveling myself
you guided me with false hope
while laying all your dreams all around
But a knot pulled too tight eventually
chokes the life out of things it holds.
NO MORE EXCUSES,
This is where I cut the loose end
Because every clearance opened up to a cliff.
Every path led to a question.
Every question was a quick lie.
What a sick kind of alchemy,
turning devotion into vertigo.
But you can go and sad I win
because I wave my flag twin
Ashes to Ashes Dust till Dust.
THE ASH OF IT .........
Delleesa Harris 6/29/26
In the ash of something that burns your skin, your soul
your insanity.
When love turns into lies
When love turns you
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Ash.... Poem
