{"date": "2025-11-21T15:48:31.807787Z", "name": "You Take Beyond What I Can Give", "tags": ["visualpoetry", "umbra", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafybeidwxtraituh2q5gxwdve6jut7kzfkd4siw7bh72bnvfmwqcglooda", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafybeidwxtraituh2q5gxwdve6jut7kzfkd4siw7bh72bnvfmwqcglooda", "fileName": "display.png", "fileSize": "1263769", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "717x1024"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeifizzsninihg5ppd4gso4eeo23lz54rcnndbj7vdo62q32qwftmoq", "fileName": "artifact.png", "fileSize": "62675659", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "5376x7680"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreie7yi4dubg2lgazf7vdqrk5lijhi4hsy7m3gpzwflypzv7kc4auxq", "fileName": "thumbnail.png", "fileSize": "209659", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "280x400"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafybeidwxtraituh2q5gxwdve6jut7kzfkd4siw7bh72bnvfmwqcglooda", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeifizzsninihg5ppd4gso4eeo23lz54rcnndbj7vdo62q32qwftmoq", "description": "You come to me with open hands\nlike I'm a well that never runs dry,\nlike my body is an endless supply\nof warmth and patience and forgiveness.\nYou drink and drink and drink,\nand when I say I'm empty,\nyou look at me like I'm lying,\nlike I'm holding out on you.\n\nI have given you my softness,\nmy last reserves of tenderness,\nthe parts of myself I needed to survive.\nI scraped myself hollow trying to fill you,\npoured everything I had into your cupped palms\nand watched it leak through your fingers\nlike it was nothing.\nAnd still you come back asking for more.\n\nThere's a violence in the way you take,\nnot with fists, but with need,\nthe kind that doesn't see me as a person\nbut as a resource to be mined until I collapse.\n\nYou've mistaken my care for weakness,\nmy love for an invitation to devour me completely.\nBut I'm not your salvation.\nI'm not your medicine.\nI'm just bone-tired and bleeding out.\n\nSo here's what I have left to give you:\nNOTHING.\nNot anger, not explanations, not one more chance.\nJust this boundary, this wall I'm building\nwith the broken pieces of myself you left behind.\nYou can beat against it all you want,\nI won't open the door.\nI won't let you in to finish what you started.\n\nI am keeping the last of me for myself,\nthe embers you didn't manage to extinguish,\nthe small animal part of me that still wants to live.\nAnd when you come crawling back,\nwhen you realize you need me more than I ever needed you,\nI'll be the one watching you starve.\nI'll be the closed door, the dry well, the empty room.\n\nYou take beyond what I can give,\nso now I'll take back what you stole,\nmy peace, my softness, my open heart,\nand I'll watch you learn what it means\nto reach for warmth\nand find only teeth.", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreie7yi4dubg2lgazf7vdqrk5lijhi4hsy7m3gpzwflypzv7kc4auxq"}