Because You Are Worth Fighting For

Words
and everything in between.
You're not saying
what you mean.
Where is the line
and when did I cross it?
You are not something
I can just forget.

If I lose the key
to my heart,
where will we end
and where will I start?
One month ago.
You began untangling yourself
from me.

Removing the razor wire,
slowly.
Painfully slow, so sharp.
Let me down easy and clean?
Not a chance.
I fought.

I tried.
I bought one more week
and I paid with my pride.
Do you feel rich now,
holding all these tears I cried?

I think you do.

At least I tried.
But to you,
I'm simply history
as you hold the horizon
of being free again.