I pushed too far.
You pulled away.
A wilderness of sentences I didn't end.
Language I couldn't locate until you left our town.
I make sure my feelings don't bother you.
I break all the way in.
I can go to a dark place just like you can.
I can't take it personally you want so desperately to be gone.
It's not about me
and somehow, I'm the only one to blame.
I'm assigned to the something that holds onto you.
Poem born from: Sleeping with my shoes on.