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.