Used

I’ve discovered the treasure of leaving, but I know you’re not pleased.

For too many moons and too many suns,

I’ve accepted cruelty.

This connection holds no sincerity.

It’s a hollow vessel of a shelter alarmed.

But our struggle holds on to the iron of this cage.

Warmth is wasted in your icy arms.

I won’t bear another arduous rage.

Uncertainty comes with a price.

A risk to receive hate, or receive something nice.

So our choices dissipate today,

But we’ll both uncover another way.