Does his soul feel like it knows me already? 

Like an eternal thing, making his mind unsteady? 

Does he try figuring out how to get to me? 

Does he think about leveraging responsibilities, and commitment juggling? 

I don’t want him to suffer like that. 

I don’t want anyone to suffer to love me. 

I’d rather them let me be. 

I’d be a disappointment in reality.  

For the love of GOD, see through unrealistic fantasy.  

Don’t leave your life in shattered debris, unless there’s reason to flee. 

But, don’t deflect your predicaments onto me, I never asked for anything. 

I just want to be me… alive, untethered, and free.