In the quiet of the night, I crave a few more hours before dawn, Lost in the twilight hues, a reminder of what was once drawn So close, within the confines of a beating heart. That heart, once a lifeline, now parts With each beat, a little more life than before.

It aches, a delayed response to a time long gone, But now, the memories are vivid, strong. I recall your actions, the pain they bore, Wishing my heart would beat no more.

In this clarity, I see the architect of my scars, Understand the existence that’s now ours. I see the reasons for disdain, the urge to roar Against you, to wish for an even score.

I’ve leapt over grief’s many stages, Skipped the healing that usually assuages. Now, faced with the brokenness I can’t ignore, I remember, and it hurts all the more.

I am going to kick your ass.