I know you hate those figures and symbols of letting go, but I can’t help producing them and surrounding myself with them; I can’t help brimming over with them, for I am prone to goodbyes and fare thee wells.
I know you deny those hardships of estrangement and decay, but I can’t help mirroring them back to you - right into your eyes where the reflection of myself keeps staring and gives the lie to your smile.
[If you want to learn how to love me you need to learn to let me go]