I won’t hold onto
your words anymore.
in the quiet distance of our hearts,
friendship . . .
the one thing you threw to the wind
is neither cautious nor safe.
I cannot chase an inevitable “no”–
not when I am worthy of
an enviable “yes.”
selfish Gods die by their own hands.
here, let me take off those chains.
A Cornered Gurl 
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