Building a Wall
You ask why this wall has formed between us.
I say it’s teenage angst but in truth,
I’m scared.
Scared that without this wall,
the lines will start to blur.
That I won’t know where you stop and I begin.
Where your dreams have ended and where mine have begun.
Because you see, sometimes
The distinctions aren’t so clear and I’m lost.
I feel like a bird whose wings have been clipped;
no matter how hard I try to take flight,
I can’t.
I’m treading water but
your dreams, hopes, and ambitions are golden weights
They seem like my own, shiny and alluring,
yet they slowly drag me down.
I love you.
I can’t bear to tell you this in person because
I know it will hurt you, but
without this wall
without this distance
I won’t ever fly free.
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