These Strings

But that portal opened up and we jumped in.
Head first.
Together.

Words wouldn’t matter if we only had the space to let our energy speak.
Body language.
Showing signs you’re nearly at the brink.
And I just walked in.

It’s okay.
Calm your nerves. Feeling absurd.
You’ve no control and I love it.
The scent you give off.
The vibration emanating from all that you are.
Those eyes light up and I know you want it all.

And yes, I do too.
But it’s different with you.
Fools rush in. Temptations defying rules.
Holding my breath till the breeze runs cool.

I’ll let go of the whirlwind.
I’ve seen where it’s going.
Fated pathways did all they could to prove those showings.
Of what we could become.

I didn’t need another fan.
Love sick lap dog. Biting at my hand.
Quicksand or no mans land.
It’s hard to get you to understand.

I need to be free.

Call it what you want.
Commitment issues.
Or another’s insecurity.
I’ll never be property.

I was only yours fully.
And if I can’t be me.
Though I loved you unconditionally.
Of course I’ll retreat.
Calling my strings all back to me.
Can’t you see.

I need to be free.

~Ruby L.S.~