Your Roots Are Too Deep

Your Roots Are Too Deep

Your roots went further than I could survive,

they did not stop where love should pause.

They tightened around my days and nights,

until breathing felt like breaking a law.

What once felt steady turned into weight,

every step measured, every thought enclosed.

I lost the sound of my own voice,

beneath the pull of where you chose to grow.

I tried to stand without disturbing you,

to live between what was mine and yours.

Yet even my silence belonged to you,

and my strength was slowly worn thin.

Love should never feel like erasure,

or ask the soul to shrink and bend.

What feeds one life while draining another,

is no longer something I can defend.

So you must loosen your hold on me,

not in anger, not in blame.

This ground needs air and light again,

or nothing living will remain.

Let your roots withdraw from my heart,

leave what was learned, not what destroys.

I choose myself, I choose to live,

and I will not apologise for that choice.