Christmas Night.
Day ???, nobody cares.
Christmas used to mean family, noise, lies wrapped in warm lights. Now it means distance. I walked away because I finally understood something most men are too weak to admit: not everyone deserves to stay. Some of us poison everything we touch.. and I’m one of them. So I left. I left my blood, my brothers, the memories that still burn under my skin. Not out of fear, but because staying would’ve been another way of destroying them.
While others raise a glass to peace, I raise mine to control to keeping my violence far from the people I love. The cold doesn’t hurt half as much as the thought of going back and breaking everything again. There’s no tree tonight, no forgiveness, no songs. Just a man standing guard in the dark, accepting that sometimes love means walking in the opposite direction.
If this is Christmas for a man like me, so be it. I’d rather carry the silence, the rage, and the loneliness… than let my world bleed again because I couldn’t stay away.
Day ???, nobody cares.
Christmas used to mean family, noise, lies wrapped in warm lights. Now it means distance. I walked away because I finally understood something most men are too weak to admit: not everyone deserves to stay. Some of us poison everything we touch.. and I’m one of them. So I left. I left my blood, my brothers, the memories that still burn under my skin. Not out of fear, but because staying would’ve been another way of destroying them.
While others raise a glass to peace, I raise mine to control to keeping my violence far from the people I love. The cold doesn’t hurt half as much as the thought of going back and breaking everything again. There’s no tree tonight, no forgiveness, no songs. Just a man standing guard in the dark, accepting that sometimes love means walking in the opposite direction.
If this is Christmas for a man like me, so be it. I’d rather carry the silence, the rage, and the loneliness… than let my world bleed again because I couldn’t stay away.
Christmas Night.
Day ???, nobody cares.
Christmas used to mean family, noise, lies wrapped in warm lights. Now it means distance. I walked away because I finally understood something most men are too weak to admit: not everyone deserves to stay. Some of us poison everything we touch.. and I’m one of them. So I left. I left my blood, my brothers, the memories that still burn under my skin. Not out of fear, but because staying would’ve been another way of destroying them.
While others raise a glass to peace, I raise mine to control to keeping my violence far from the people I love. The cold doesn’t hurt half as much as the thought of going back and breaking everything again. There’s no tree tonight, no forgiveness, no songs. Just a man standing guard in the dark, accepting that sometimes love means walking in the opposite direction.
If this is Christmas for a man like me, so be it. I’d rather carry the silence, the rage, and the loneliness… than let my world bleed again because I couldn’t stay away.
