The Message (Alt. Villanelle edit)
“Hope he treats you amazing,” the message appeared,
A flicker of smoke from the fire you lit.
I walk in light now, unburdened, cleared.
You prayed with soft words, but your tone insincere -
Each syllable shaped like a dagger you bit.
“Hope he treats you amazing,” the message appeared.
Your love wore a leash and a cloak of fear,
Each joy I expressed, you'd quietly quit.
I walk in light now, unburdened, cleared.
You claimed you were fierce, but you ruled through a sneer,
Each thunder you cast, a controlling writ.
“Hope he treats you amazing,” the message appeared.
With him, there’s no storms, no shadows to fear,
Just mornings of peace, where soft silence sits.
I walk in light now, unburdened, cleared.
You wouldn’t know love if it stood crystal-clear.
You shattered its shape, tried molding each bit.
“Hope he treats you amazing,” the message appeared,
I walk in full light, heart open and cleared.