Let’s be clear

I’m lost most days don’t have a clue,

exactly what am I to you.

I want to be just what you need,

what you want, let it be me.

But I am not, can never be,

because, what you want from me is free.

Your space-your peace -just to relax,

take all the pressure off your back.

I know I push, expect too much,

I miss your time, your kiss, your touch.

But all this does is stress you out, I hear you screaming, shouting about.

How I don’t respect your time or space

I’m reliving things I can’t erase.

Words said like that cant be unheard, cant be undone, cant heal the hurt.

I never meant to bring you pain,

I prayed that things for us would change.

But all that’s changed is what’s to come

things we planned are over, done.

I need to stop and separate, take all my stresses off your plate.

Give you what we know you need, space and time away from me.

We may never be we again, my heart aches and I am scared.

I don’t mean to pressure or expect, simply trying to be prepared.

I need to put you in that box for now,

out of reach, is where you must be.

Until we figure all this out,

find peace -

on a shelf just out of reach.

Originally published at https://vocal.media.