Do not tell me tails of you twisted broken heart.
I have faltered on this gaze before.
Your breath is shallow as I tense in anger.
Fear consumes my being as you are once again lost.
How can I hold you? How can I keep you close?
My past fueling the flames to your careless rage.
Tolerance is needed for bliss, and yet we have none.
Time has slowed – our passion entwined.
I must leave to prove my love sacred for this moment comes but once in a lifetime.
I cannot hold you tightly without losing grasp.
I cannot keep you fully whilst you fumble with my baggage.
I refuse to look back as we part our frayed ways.
I feel the unraveling of our last strand as we snap into utter loss.
The decision has been made and the damage has been done.
My soul dies with this moment.
Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ
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