Rid Me of You.
I need to rid myself of you, To stop the pulse of you in my veins— Before it settles too deeply, Before it stains my soul. Your presence lingers, Tightening in my throat, A quiet pressure I can’t shake, Pulling at the quiet parts of me. I must let you go— You, whose gaze never finds mine, Whose words fall distant, A spell I can’t break. I need to unlove you, This love that winds through my chest, Familiar, yet foreign— I don’t want it, But here it stays, uninvited. I cannot be bound to you, But still, I am.