~Poems~

Cut Off

I can cut you off.

We don't need to be together.

I can float away, behind space and human knowledge while you can find the one you belong to.

I have always owned you, but we never belonged together.

Do me the favor.

You know where the weapon is.

Cut off the last rope of our poor connection so we can both fall apart into our own ways.

I could finally get peace and you could find the one who you belong to.

This is our chance.

I got you by mistake, given away into my cold arms and I couldn't let you go.

I'll stop trying to reach for you and hold on to the last piece of rope that our connection happen to be.

I've been flying like a a ballon in a stormy wind since the first second of light.

The rope has been tied around you.

I've been wanting to get closer to you, but I'm stuck at the end of the rope.

You've been just walking.

Only you have the weapon and power to cut the last connection.

We're broken, you and I.

Two puzzles that don't fit together.

I'm an bird to your birdhouse, but I'm also the wrong bird.

Let me spread my wings and fly into oblivion with the look of sound and the sound of a tree that has fallen when nobody is near.

We can be separated, like we always have been.

Wander around until you find the one.

The true one.

Let the right bird move in.

Turn around and use the weapon, cut the connection.

People will be frustrated with negativity, but it's the right choice.

Let us fly into our dimensions and find our places.