Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world.

Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight.

Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, let me drift away like a leaf in the wind. For in the absence of love, I may find the freedom to breathe again, to heal from the wounds that love has inflicted upon my weary heart. Unlove me and set me free.

© Beatriz Esmer