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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.