I would do anything for her but become the stranger to myself she needs me to be.
As if all my hard learned lessons meant nothing.
She laughs at everything about me: my heart, my soul, my ticks, my trauma.
All fodder for a bitter heart that denies its own bitterness.
Rarely find anything more dangerous than the lover who has lost her way but does not know she is lost.
Takes one to know one, I know.
I didn’t want to go. I don’t want to stay gone.
But here we are at the same impasse we always come to.
Digging in our heels just when the other hits her knees.
Does she even know I will never be back? Would she even care?
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