Solo Trip

I've been here
before
I've seen
all the signs
There's no need
to break me
I've been doing that
on my own
Too afraid of
letting go
But you take my
ripe round heart
You squeeze it
with just one hand
Before I hit
the ground
I find
there is no
soft place
to land
Then you tell me
that you're no
airplane
and I'm not your
landing strip
Then what
the hell
am I doing on
this lonely
solo trip



- April 2017