Iâ€™m trying to find freedom,
extricate myself from what was once, us.
I need to be free of you,
of the weight of you,
of the possibility of you.
I thought I could,
but now, more than ever,
I feel bound to you, by you;
the possibility of you.
The thought of freedom now chokes me
with the ghost of your hand.
Iâ€™m in a dark place,
chained and restrained; you left me here alone.
I cannot escape.
The harder I try, the tighter the binds.
I canâ€™t breathe,
drowning, disappearing, fading, vanishing, withering.
Youâ€™re heavy on me, in me, with me.
I'm trying to extricate myself from the memory of you.