I’ve decided to stay here,
even though you said not to.
Really, I’ve decided to stay here
–specifically–
because you said not to.
You have this
think-you’re-always-right
thing,
and I have this
have-to-prove-you-wrong
thing,
and they’re not particularly compatible,
are they? Except
in the way opposite ends of a magnet
attract, which is to say
we are opposites
rather than completion.
There will forever be this constant
pushing
and
pulling
between us, never stillness.
Never peace.
And so I turn away with purpose,
knowing how to repel our lives apart.
There is safety in being hidden,
in being alone and unseen.
And I’ve decided to stay here,
quiet, careful, content…
even though you said not to.