And as for my final act of love,
I won't be me. I won't reach out to you.
Even if I am dying on my knees,
I won't ask you to hold me.
And when I am burning alive ,
I won't call you for saving.
I'll turn you into my muse,
and keep you alive in what I write.
I'll carry this ache as the last proof of love.
I won't undo myself for you.
And when my heart breaks,
I'll let it learn it's own rhythm again.
When nights lean heavy on my chest
I'll stand my ground-
Not reaching ,not calling your name
how my love sounds.
I loved you once and that's enough for this lifetime.
I'll carry it as proof.
My hands empty,
My heart full of love at rest,
Finally letting you go and watch you from distance.
From my "something unsaid"











