i could leave.
right now.
go to the
south
change my name
and pack my bags and forget
all of this ever happened
like i want too
so badly.

i
am
ready to go.

whatever it takes.  
    
this isn't the life i want to live
not here. not with you.
i don't want to waste a second longer as i grow a second older.

i'm a tumbleweed by nature
never calling one place
home
too long
i've known this since i was fourteen and felt like the deserts of california understood me
when i told the mountain tops
about the live i've lived and they laughed along with
me.
and my suitcases are packed
and at the door
waiting
for me
patiently.
like a dog on a leash.
but
my heart is a cinder block stuck to the floor of this house
the question is
should i leave without it?