It would have been nice
For you to have recognized
That even my atlas shoulders needed a safe place to rest the world
Instead, you were glad to let me carry it.
The weight built muscles burning to unburden, and still you stacked your insecurities and loneliness until cracks mined my diamond anger, hard and cold at the core.
Unearthed, it takes more strength to lay down the rocks than to carry them.
The burden of You is now all yours.