you tried to keep me in a bubble,
always at arms length,
so I was there when you wanted me,
always playing your game.
but the thing you never bothered to learn,
is that I cannot he contained.
I do not need love fed to me
in order to keep me sane.
and the thing about bubbles,
that you must’ve forgot,
is no matter how much soap you use,
bubbles are meant to pop.

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