You call me love, you call me friend,
You swear you’ll stay until the end;
Yet when my footing slips away,
I catch a glimmer in your gaze.
You wear your kindness like a cloak,
And soothe me with each tender joke;
But when my hard-won hopes come loose,
You seem to savor each excuse.
You say, “I’m here,” then watch me fall,
A silent witness to it all;
Your hand is warm, your smile is bright—
But something in it feels not right.
The truth now rises, clear and strong:
I know where I can still belong.
Your hidden joy won’t chain me here;
I’ll leave it—believe me, dear.
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