How do you know when feelings have ended

I have been here before, but I don’t remember how it was

Is it the same game of tag, pulling in the heart

Back then, I wanted to fall in love, create a storm in my blood,

I want a fire that shoots beyond the sky. I was mad. Until now, I am mad.

So I told him I’m on my way—away from him.

And now, I am here again in the act of shredding the strings of my gut—

what is to lose, what is to stay.

I have been lining those strands that weaved me in, untangled them carefully

so I can see but I am blind. I have tied myself fatally when I’m no magician

to pay for the shards of glass that I broke on my way to you.

And now I walk barefoot on them

—away from you.