Cut free

I don’t want to be your heart anymore,

I won’t be the wound you keep to adore.

It’s time for me to find my own,

A pulse that beats for me alone.

Without you holding me down,

I rise up, steady, unbound.

No more chains, no more borrowed fire —

I leave, I breathe, I lift higher.

This is my line. This is my end.

I’m not your anchor. I’m not your mend.

I walk away, head clear, chest light —

My own heart beats. My own life.