Chapel of Ashes

💔 Intro

There comes a moment when love stops being a lifeline and becomes a weight.When healing turns into self-erasure, and you realise that devotion without respect is a slow death disguised as care.

This poem was written in that moment of awakening — when I finally saw the truth not through his eyes, but through the mirror of my own exhaustion.It’s not a confession.

It’s a resurrection.

“chapel of ashes”

by MissT 🖤

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Chapel of Ashes

I do not want to be your healer,
Nor saint beneath your pain,
Nor candle lit to warm your heart,
Then drown beneath the rain.

Your heart’s a crumbling chapel,
Your vows are made of dust,
You pray in tongues of silence
While I decay from trust.

I poured my soul like perfume,
You spilled it on the floor,
Then kissed my wrist with hunger
And turned toward the door.

I long for touch, for fevered skin,
For proof that I exist;
But your arms are tombs of apathy,
Your mouth a ghost I’ve kissed.

You hide me like a secret sin,
A shadow to your pride,
You shine for crowds and strangers
But never at my side.

You leave in coats of laughter,
Perfumed with your lies,
While I sit draped in moonlight,
And practice my goodbyes.

I sought the priests of medicine,
To cleanse what you consume
The smoke, the drink, the emptiness,
That haunt your every room.

And still I wilt, my petals bruised,
A rose that drinks from tears,
My pulse a clock that counts the loss
Of all our wasted years.

When I begin to fade away,
You reach with holy dread,
You call me “darling,” “sweet salvation,”
To raise me from the dead.

But love that wakes too late
Is stitched with loneliness
So bless your hollow kingdom,
For this is not my mess.