I never wanna let go
And share.
To divide our time into separate portions
Just seems to puncture my ends.
This is too tangible
And I'd like to keep it like that
For this is mine
Not hers
Not theirs
And this can only be shared with you.
This isn't some remarkable swoon
But this is it
And it's worthy of being selfish over.

Honestly the only way I think I could grow up is if I move out. Here, I'm still labeled as a child when I know I'm so much more and this bullshit is no longer fucking appropriate. Everyday I just feel like I'm dry-swallowing my pride cause I know I'm too good to deserve this, I'm too free to be caged up by the paranoia swelling up in their minds. People and things are crazy but you can't anticipate and prepare for the worst especially when there's no potential of it even occurring. I do see the safety aspects but I just don't even think it's about that anymore I just think it's about being unhappy and if you're unhappy please don't let that be contagious, but these are dead roots ruined by often passing storms.