As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

The sun is gone, and the night feels hollow. The pain hits softly, echoing through the emptiness. The whispers—once loud voices that filled these walls—have fallen silent.

Desperate cries for respect and solid ground go unanswered. No one yields. Not even for love.

Is it really that easy to walk away? To give everything up?

Damn—can’t you see the absence of a smile on my face?

The nights I couldn’t sleep? Your words pounding endlessly in my mind?

Tell me—what is love to you? Hurting me? Burying me beneath my past so you can feel superior? Tearing me down to lift yourself?

Is that what love is to you?

I met you broken, and your words—”you needed me”—still echo. For what, exactly? Because I’m still trying to understand.

I carry more bad than good, and I’m still questioning what it was you really wanted from me.

Tell me.

Because I see your truth now, loud and clear. I never claimed to be perfect—I don’t even walk like I am. But you, my husband, will bow just as I will.