To Stay

Running from parts of myself that were easy alone.
But baby whats left?
And how much have you known?
I can’t get very far, very fast from the place
But I opened a door, straight into you.
And the pulling parts, the ghosts before,
keep pulling back from running more.
The parts of me I’ve longed to leave
Keep coming back in fear of the left behind.
My life ias always leaving,
Staying sounds sublime.

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