When he's your ghost tied to you like Sam to a coast trapping you till you're on fire as if you have been set out to roast backing you into a corner that's cold and dark as dark as his soul as cold as his heart until one day his skeleton in your closet turns hard our relationship growing farther and farther away he haunts my dreams clear down to my waking day I need him to leave but he's silently screams so I let him stay I want him to go faster on the boat of doing my wish he would grow he ripped out my heart put it on display just for show he told me I'd never amount to anything he told me I needed to be interesting he helped me and made me his thing he showed me the way to be I just wish he would set me Free I don't want to be tied to him I just want to be me he's coming he's coming he's coming I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm back in only corner skeletons still in my closet dropped with my permanent ghost. Adala Al-Janaby