Eleven embersA Poem by AntifranticbabydollWe called it a sun, but it was a pyre, A beautiful, jagged, and merciless fire. For eleven long years, we circled the flame, Changing our lives, but never our game. On again, off again"a ghost in the hall, Waiting for someone to finally fall. They say that hurt people go on to hurt more, And we proved it true behind every closed door. We took all our bruises and made them a crown, Building a kingdom just to burn it all down. What started as honey turned slowly to gall, A malice that poisoned the pride in us all. I yearn for the version of you in the light, Before the sharp edges took over the night. I ache for the "us" that we tried to invent, Before all our mercy was broken and spent. But love isn't love when it’s used as a blade, Or a debt that can never be fully repaid. Eleven winters, and eleven springs, Of pulling the stitches and fraying the strings. The cycle is weary; the cycle is through, I cannot find healing while holding to you. To love you is trauma; to leave you is breath, To stay would be choosing a slow, quiet death. So I open my hands and I let out the heat, I’m conceding the war and accepting defeat. May the ashes be still, may the shadows depart, I am taking back what is left of my heart. We are finally finished. We are finally free. Go find the person you were meant to be. © 2025 AntifranticbabydollReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 18, 2025 Last Updated on December 18, 2025 AuthorAntifranticbabydollShreveport , LAAboutI’m AnyifranticBaby, I’m in my mid twenties just trying to explore the world of fiction, by reading and writing. Sober for almost 8 months. Suffers with biapolar 2 disorder, openly. Wr.. more.. |

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