''Please leave the castle of my heart''

In the city of my dreams,
he rises again in flame.
Every prayer for forgetting,
still speaks his name.

I wrapped my chest in robes,
of borrowed patience and calm.
Yet a silent apocalypse,
bloomed in my palm.

When caravans of memory,
camped inside my chest.
Peace lost its light,
in every direction of rest.

I asked only for one,
small island of quiet breath.
Yet every silence drowned,
in the echo of his depth.

In the war of love,
no victory, no death remains.
Only a self,
dissolving in invisible chains.

I tried to unlearn him,
to rewrite my face.
Even the mirror,
memorized his trace.

This is no longer an intimacy,
this is a wounded cage.
Where every heartbeat,
writes a sentence of rage.

My thoughts live imprisoned,
in his gravity’s law.
My mind is a kingdom,
ruled by his shadowed awe.

My heart doesn’t beat,
it bleeds in time.
Slow crimson rhythms,
a sorrowful rhyme.

Something inside me,
fractures without a sound.
Glass learning how to break,
while staying unfound.

I asked for bail,
from court of his thoughts.
Yet every road curved back,
to what he wrought.

I want freedom that breathes,
freedom that heals.
Freedom that doesn’t tremble,
when remembrance kneels.

Even silence now screams,
inside my breath.
Every calm disguises,
a new kind of death.

O God’ write freedom,
upon my soul’s skin.
This heart is afraid of,
the pain within.

Release me…
from the prison of his memory’s throne.
My spirit is breaking,
under the weight not its own.

Release me…from this devotion,
not from love, but from loss.
Not from feeling, but from fading,
not from him, but from the cost.

Because this is not romance anymore,
this is a slow, sacred decay.
A graceful execution of the soul,
that dies a little every day.

Give me forgetfulness like a river,
holy and ruthless.
Wash his fingerprints from my pulse.
erase his gravity from my bones.

Let me live un-haunted,
let me breathe un-owned.
Let me exist un-remembering,
in a body that feels like my own.

Because this is not love-
a beautiful erasure of identity.
A tide that eats the shoreline of the self,
this is war with no victory.

See you💙