Before kingdoms were carved into stone, love had already learned its greatest name. Isis searched the earth for Osiris, gathering what death had scattered until hope had a heartbeat again. That is love. Not words. Love is what it does. Then I met you. You called me forever while teaching me to question my worth. Every apology arrived dressed as tomorrow. Every tomorrow wore yesterday. You called it love. My soul called it survival. So I leave—not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally love me. I'd rather walk alone toward the Light than stay while my light slowly disappears.
Slam poetry by Lucyalia.
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