.

“who are you”

please…
just go aWay
don’t want you to see
the real Woman in me
I’m not the kind
you want on your arm
I never am
and there’s never room.
It’s impossible
what I’m really here for
I’m ripped into two
as I face three doors
and I’m tired
yet wanting more
of this impossible task
as I come to shore.
To write the code
in Creations mark
without the flame
without the spark
“dear god, tell me
where on this earth”
do I find the start.
” I don’t want
to fight this time “
for the love of one
who can’t be mine.

so I won’t.
and not ever again
as I write my name
on a one dotted line.

”...I’ll come find you…”
is in an echo of Time.