You're not supposed to leave a place because of a person. But I think this time I should. You poke at me, shake me, lash out when I lean in. Are you grabbing me to pull me close? Your eyes tell me otherwise. I wriggle free. I never find out. You remind me of mistakes I'd already made peace with. You scream that they're still alive. With you, they are. You are. You're right. I love you. I love me. But you do not. And so I am free.
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