When there was nobody
Else to love
When we had
Chased them all away
Left them locked out
To peer through the keyhole
Into our world
The place
We had created
Crafted under fine fingers
Then bound tight
With threads of our very existence
Which kept us safe
I was not.
Now I am cutting the chords
And one day soon
I will
Let them back in to heal
The wounds of your binding.
And I will not love you
With any part that matters.
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