You can stop trying to love me 

you are free from my claustrophobic confines 

I’ve unchained you from myself 

brushed off my fingerprints from your crevasses

and I’ve handed your soul back to you 

no more holding my sorrows for me 

no more kissing my forehead 

no more holding me 

you’re free from my impatient, abhorrent self. 

and I am envious you’re able to dismantle yourself 

from me 

where I am stuck 

and dear, I am claustrophobic 

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