Maybe
I would have been happier
In time

The change would have become exciting
Brightening the days to come
Eventually
Experiencing content
Indulging in the love I longed for

Maybe, in time
I would master healing, forgiveness, trust

If I stayed, Oh, my darling
With experience
The only outcome for ours would have been the worst kind
Fabricating being the butter on our own breakfast table
More dents covering the figures of my young
Worshipping defamation as the source of our very existence
With a pinch of scolds and castigations

If I stayed, surely in time
I would have reached the brim
Growing dark with tension, feeding on frustration, wielding anger, rage…and then
hatred
My dwelling overtaken by neglect
Thorns growing on every corner of my very bed from tear drops of sadness
Digging into my flesh
Sucking the soul off my heart
My existence diminishing, evaporating
Fighting only for survival
Gasping, contending with unholy air
As I become colder, for I would be engulfed in darkness
Cushioned within the four corners of a restricting structure

If I stayed, my love
I would be existing only under the footing of your own smiles