goreeclub
What you have with them,
the love that you call it,
makes me want to disappear,
to become a stranger in your life.
Yet every time I turn away,
you reach for me with tenderness,
as though I am still something
you cannot bear to lose.
So I stay, though I should go;
I ache, though I know why.
You never ask me to remain,
yet every little kindness is a chain
and every time I almost break free,
you tighten it, without even knowing why.
goreeclub
uh huh?
misacn
@goreeclub nice poem
