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The Prophet of Parting

 

The Prophet of Parting 🌑🕯️

" The Prophet of Parting"


I am the architect of my own mourning; I see the cracks before the hammer falls. While you are busy weaving lies like lace, I am already painting shadows on the walls.

I have the gift—or perhaps the bitter curse— To see your next move printed in your eyes. I watch you rehearse the scripts of your betrayal, and I smile at the familiar rhythm of your lies. 🎭

You think you’re clever, hiding all the cards, while I am reading the reflection in the glass. I see the exit sign you’ve started looking for, and I step aside to let your shadow pass.

But here is the sting, the quiet, jagged edge: I love you still, though I see the coming end. I pour the wine and let the candle burn, watching the very heart I gave you start to bend. ❤️‍🔥

One by one, I cut the silver cords, so quietly, you never feel the fray. I loosen the knots you thought were tied for life, so you can drift, unburdened, on your way.

But I leave a trail of crumbs along the floor— A look, a word, a truth I shouldn’t know. A hint that I was standing in the light, watching you play your games down in the low. 🗝️

And as you walk away, a free and guilty man, the silence of my knowing starts to bloom. You’ll realize I saw the knife behind your back, and still, I made you dinner in the room.

The torment isn't mine; I’ve lived the end, I’ve grieved the loss before you even left. The guilt is yours—to know I saw it all, and loved you through the center of your theft. 🕊️🌑


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