I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.

I've spent too much time
wrapped around the axle of your love 
three “I wish I didn't miss you” winters soured 
I am regretfully tightly wound and solemn
every day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground 
hours before daybreak 
this is one burial that is long overdue 

I don't hate this city 
I have come to love it perhaps in spite of you 
I make praise to its neighborhoods and 
the lake effect snow 
my world is finally becoming bigger than the 
four walls that we share
you no longer dictate the pace, nor do you set 
the price of it
there was once a time that I would have gone out
and bought the entire city for you if only you'd 
asked, unto half my kingdom, but you never did
and now you hate me for things you never 
had the courage to say 
and the lies that I drank from your mouth 
like a perverse communion, for
when I laid us to rest, you
had only ash to eat and 
nakedness to wear 

so wander these cold, crooked streets wild
calling for someone to cover up what you did
some new soul to eat your sin
while I repair the frayed ends 
I tore from you

-Allēna 11/27/2025