My feet are avoiding the cracks along this path.

The frigid roughness of the ground hurts my heels.

I can’t keep a step too long or this ground will shatter.

If I sprint, will I be quick enough to reach sanctuary?

But what awaits me in the end?

Will it be warm kisses and outstretched arms?

Will it be your grin and your proud eyes?

Will it be tender words and promises?

Or my way into your bed?

Where your lazy promises remain lazy

And the heart beats only to your rhythm.

What else will you take that is mine?

What else of my spirits will you kill?

What else will you drain of me?

I could spend more time begging,

But there will never be a release.

You lied about our sanctuary, our dream.

I can fall from this fragile structure,

Let the fragments snap and perish;

I don’t know where I will fall.

But if fear lived upon this structure,

I know fear no more.

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