I'm not building a fence 
to keep you out.
Hell to the no.

I will do no such thing.  
I get the expansive 
gloriness
of the universe.

No.  No one's going 
to contain me up.

This is what I will do.

I will cage you up.
I will set you aside.
I will put you in a dungeon.  
I will lock the door.

And walk away.

You can dance.
You can cry.
You can laugh.
You can thrive.

You will do it on your own.
Alone.
Have your cage.

But I get the rest of the cosmos.
I fly and zoom and flutter and dip
in and out of the stars.


Free.

Could not love him into love

I kick myself for hanging on for so long.

I feel silly, nay, stupid, for holding on so long.

I question my sanity for going back,

going back, going back so many times.

Then I think this:

I tried to love him into love.

But it was impossible.

He is forever

and always

unlovable.

Because he refuses to be loved.