i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.
i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?
i don’t have the strength,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.
so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.
you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.
— believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.