call me,
tell me
how i wronged
you—
paint me
as the villain,
but we’re both
living in sin.
you take this
like an attack,
like i’ll let you
down
one
last
time.
but listen—
there’s nothing
left to lose,
and no one’s
in the right
this time.
i rose
from the coffin
i buried myself in.
got tired
of searching
for miracles,
'cause all i'm
left with
are endings
gone bad.
and i’m so
**** tired
of spiraling
again.
so when
i told you
i needed space—
the last
thing
i wanted
was
to hear
from you.
third installment in a trilogy about heartbreak, confrontation, and emotional survival.
this piece is a reckoning—and a reminder: when the spiral returns, you don’t have to ride it.
inspired by story of the year’s “miracle.”