After all these years
Do I still need
To hold your hand
Pretending to guide you
Or do you fear the guilt
From acting alone
Wanting to keep up the act
That you are better than this
Today I must let go
To tell you the truth
I have had my fill of you
And then some
No longer do I need this
Your obsessions and outbursts
Remind me of a child
So dependent on others
They can't get home
On their own
1 comment:
I'm reading this almost as an apology or explanation of events - cutting the strings.
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