love you or leave you

Sweetheart, healing is a rare phenomena, because first

you must be destroyed, to know how you’re made; 

and when the dice is surrendered to our hand, 

we must grit our teeth and cast ourselves to our fate.

I’ve known for a while that you’re hurting, 

but if I’m the one that saves you, it wouldn’t end your pain.

It ends for you, when you’re sacrificial to the wolves,

shredded weaknesses from bone inside your darkest night—

but then your own desire to make something of your survival

wakes you up to a richer, sweeter sunlight.

I’m scared to have to love you and leave you, alone,

but I know you. I know you’ll be alright.

© Mollie Mardel