Poetry

“You don’t get to love me where I’m going“

“absorbed your violence while you swore to protect me”

“I made room. You made stress, made demands, you were above requests.

Did not hold my love—you gripped, grabbed, contorted, pushed all my limits—your insecurities made it a constant point to belittle me.”

“For you, the good part is the story that keeps you safe can remain right there. I’ve got nothing to prove. I don’t want anything from you.”