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The Beginning Is Coming To An End As The End Has Just Begun
The Push or The Pull
You held my freedom tighter than you could ever hold my waist, and I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out that this was never meant to be.
I've always hated commitment, or the thought of "owning" someone else's heart, soul, mind, and body.
I searched for some form of goodness in your soul that matched mine, but the results always came out negative.
You thought that loving someone else meant protecting them in every sense of the manner, but you didn't really realize how badly I didn't want your protection.
I am so strong, stronger than you, stronger than us.
I have the ability to climb mountains without you. I have the ability to swim rocky oceans without you. I have the ability to survive an earth quake that splits this world in half without you. I have the ability to stare at the stars and find every constellation without you.
You act like everything I am, is everything you want me to be, but you can't even see past my first layer. How can you love someone if the only thing you've ever touched is their skin.
There's more to me than this skeleton covered in skin.
There's more to me than a functional brain.
There's more to me than a heart that pumps blood.
There's more to me than lungs that regulate the air I breathe.
There's more to me than hands to hold.
Until you see me for what I am, than I can't see you for anything more than what you are.
A man with a skeleton covered in skin, a functional brain, a heart that pumps blood, lungs that regulate the air you breathe, and hands to hold.