I cried

Because going back to you feels like

Going back to prison for a crime I did not commit.


I cried because

Even though I miss you,

The thought of being with you makes my insides churn violently and my heart race. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do.


I cried

Because I seem to have no say in this matter

And because all my violent straining against the ties that bind me

Seems to go unnoticed by the one that has all the power.

You asked,

and I answered.