ruin

giving someone your truth and praying they dont turn it into a weapon

i told you things that cost me sleep.
not secrets-truths.
the kind that hum when the room is quiet,
the kind i only speak when i forget
that words can be turned into weapons.

honesty is painful.
please don’t ruin me with it.

i’ve seen what happens
when someone keeps your confessions
in their teeth.
when your softness becomes their script
for how to break you cleanly.

still, i keep talking.
i keep offering my pulse
like it’s proof of something holy.

i call it connection.
maybe it’s compulsion.
maybe i just need to be known
enough to justify existing.

you hold the rawest parts of me
and pretend it’s nothing-
just conversation.
but i know how heavy truth is
when it doesn’t belong to you.

so if you ever leave,
leave the words where you found them.
don’t carry them like trophies.
don’t quote me like a scar.

i chose to speak,
but i didn’t choose to be used.

and even knowing that,
i’d still rather be ruined
for the chance to be understood.

-Koii

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[Donald Cole]

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