Where am I going?
I'm tired of this baggage
I am ready to own
all the pain within meWhat I will not take on
the baggage of another
No matter the love
or level of care
I can't take out conditions
when you hold me to the same
I'm not into regression
and playing your games
I don't express without screams
or poison-tinged words
A point with true urgency
is hard for me to share
We walk on together
miles apart in our path
holding hands by proxie
clinging onto our "needs"
Emotionally closed
Roles where self has no place
Stand-ins for absent loving
cutting down sprouted hope