I'd like you to step aside, for once.
Though you've been steady, reliable, consistent,
More so than any person in my life,
I have to ask you to leave my side.
You are the band-aid conveniently covering a deeply carved wound,
Which will never fully heal while you stick to it,
Protecting it with all your might,
Even when it needs to breathe, when it needs fresh air.
The wound is, and will always be, here...
Unless you go away and never come near.