I am the lover. Not the needy.

Perhaps what scares you most about me is what you love most about me.
I am the lover.
Not the needy.
Strong-willed and often hard-headed. I’ve been known to cut ties with the biological. I’ve always been this way.
I make good use of ties roping together new ways, new stories, new experiences. I brace myself through blistered palms, hook and pulls into the unknown. Counting on myself. I do not tether one over another. This is how I understood the world. This cutting. Like a switch to a blackout, some no longer exist. They’ve vanished into the black.
I’ve been known to cut ties from the biological.
In and out, somewhere in the middle, sometimes sharp, not trusting so easily.
In all this cutting, I’ve kept mum. Understood my peace and ease in releasing those in their own wild. Some have returned. Some have amended.
Looks can be deceiving, so soft and light, curves that invite. The deceit of sharp edges. The sharp conditions. The sharp history. The unwanted, the abandoned, the too-soon, the never meant to be, the accident.
It has taken this much of a life to understand it all happens the way it’s supposed to.
Perhaps what scares you most about me is what you love most about me.
I am the lover.
Not the needy.
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