I wonder why I yearned insinuation
When we were already weary
With all of your naivety
You could only cultivate brevity
We were never meant for longevity
You quietly appealed for sacrifice
Sacrifice is to make sacred
By letting go what is most revered
A desperate remedy to make whole once more
Intention without appreciable heart
Oft produces tension which pulls apart
You did not distinguish
What was sacrifice, and what was running away
I sacrificed
More than that
I became less selfish
I let go of you
