I’m sorry you’re hurt.
I’m just a mess.
My heart needs freedom
or it won’t express.

I don’t know what that means,
but I know that it’s real.
I want you attached
but not at my heel.

I’m sorry I’m gone.
I need to cocoon.
Me living my life
feels threatening to you.

I’m drowning in work.
Can’t come up for air.
But it feels all okay.
I’m comfortable there.

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