Stab me in the chest
and I’ll survive
because that’s what I do.
Don’t try to save me.
I’m through with anger,
ready to sacrifice.
Sometimes there’s no cure
for the harm between us.
She turns to vengeance.
He turns to hope.
Still in love.
Still devastated by love.
There’s no cure.
Maybe nothing
left to cure.
For the first time
she knows she
must be alone.
Walk away,
bleeding.
Don’t follow.
Finally, he turns.
She moves on.
The only way it can go.