I want nothing more than to
run
free from every tie that has kept me
to you
to them
to the ones that hurt the most.
if nothing else were to come
true for me again
i'd give it up
for the moment where i can
be
at home in this skin,
shed the feeling
that this body is temporary.

it won't change tomorrow.

while i have to learned to fake
the confidence i possess
you've taught me the one thing
that has always been missing,
the thing i've ignored the
longest:
everything You make is
beautiful,
and unless you outsourced me
to other towns to make,
you remain the designer
of my every thread.