I’d rather cut and run
then have you still
holding my hand.
Not because I just seek
pleasure or thrills and chills
but because if I am honest
if I am going to be spending
most nights alone
crying myself to sleep
or crying in general
left to wander and to weep
fighting with myself
to what I should let go of
or what I should keep
I might as well do that
knowing I am still
free to be me.
And not what you want me to be
Inconvenient and flaky.
Imperfectly perfect
me.
Fucked up
but still sweet.