Tangled

I can't be around you. Not because I hate you, but because I love you. Every time I see you we never fail to become tangled into one another. Catching up on life and reminiscing on our good times. Asking questions and talking about things we can't with other people. But I can't keep letting you tangle me up. I can't continue cutting myself loose from you. It only leaves me with wounds and you collecting more strings of mine that I can't get back.