I hold on too easily, I never want to let go. Maybe I do it because I don’t ever want to be alone. I grip too tight, almost suffocating you, but even so I still clasp my hands together real tight so you won't escaspe, hoping you’ll want me back. But maybe it’s time to let you go. To let you breath again. But I don’t know how I’ll bear being alone yet again.
November 17, 2017