you must never cocoon me
when i want to freefall
nor cuff my wrists in place
when i need both hands
to write,
to create,
to strangle myself
remember
when the world claims
that love holds fast and never let’s go
remember this
i am yours to love
i am no one’s to keep
Categories: Poetry Writing
Tags: death depression letting go love poetry possession suicide
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