seeing you go.
being near.
being apart.

picturing your eyes,
the look on your face so sad.

how can it hurt so?

is the brokenness trauma or is it real?
what do you think inside?
when you touch me, hug me, don't want me to leave.

leave.
I want to leave, my darling.

I don't wanna choke.
I wanna be able to breath.

free. that's what I wanna be.
am I free? I don't feel so.

and still I stay.
beside you, darling. I know you're hurting.
but I don't wanna be part of something wrong,
I don't wanna be trifted into the corner
with you, closer to you, away from my love for you


darling, I want us to feel good.
I want to be strong.

I want you to know I care,
but not in the way that makes me hurt.
I want you to trust me,
but not rip me apart by forcing me into the corner
with your actions led by the hurt inside of you.

I want to leave,
but I want to stay.

I want to be strong.
I want to say no.