somehow, you’ve become my life
a breathe, needed
for me to be nourished.
i never wanted you to be the definitive part of me.
a mirror. showing me my scars.
festering wounds that hurt deep.
aches that debilitates, paralyses, kills.
i want for you to let go of me.
free me from writing stories that are no longer relevant,
i now free myself from dreams that has become corrupted
and realities that faltered.
i expected for us to be forever.
nevermore will i be foolish to wish that to be so.