Talking, talking, talking,
Talking my own ear off.
Talking myself insane,
Nights talking, not sleeping.
Talking to you is like
Being held while berated
Being lost while finding
Being alone, only with you
What if I want to end this?
And you're not letting me
What if I want to love you?
Just from afar, in my heart
Talking to you I find
Anger in waves of love
Not love in waves of anger
But still I'm tired of this
I'm more than tired of this
I'm exhausted in this
Give up fighting? That's a twist.
You make it uglier than it is
You say you fight for us,
When there isn't an "us"
If you are free, there isn't
If I don't want it, there isn't
I'm talking now, "Consent."
Mine. My consent makes us.
You've given yours already
There is no covenant here
So I'm asking you for freedom
Which you say you want me to have
Asking for the freedom to hide,
Should I choose that.
So I'm talking to you.
And I pose this to you.
If I want to be free of this
Will you let me?
10/21/18
-for W
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