Enough Two

With blood and thread, I wove this love, Upholding it when it threatened to fall. I swallowed every bitter word, While you reveled in your own downfall. I weathered storms you led me through, As you played house with other names— Smirking like a king unchallenged, Thinking I’d always play your games. I cleaned up messes, took the blame, While you wore guilt like a fragrant guise— Charming with empty promises, As I stood, breaking, in disguise. But I will not be your silent fool, Not a footnote, nor just a wife, In name alone. Not your echo. I’ve had enough of this half-life. The last one? She was your reflection— Young, naive, and blind to the strain. She can accept the lies you offer; I seek the sun, not more of this rain. I’m done with keeping the peace, While conflict raged behind my back. I’m done with shrinking myself down So you never feel the lack. This crown you dropped? I’ll wear it now— Not for you, nor for display. I’ll wear it for the woman You were too small to embrace. So watch me walk away, no tears, I buried us a year ago. You broke me, but built her up— The woman strong enough to