Still, you haven’t learned
To undie.
You gasp in raised hands
And burn in silence.
You choose burdens
And leave lovers.
You set fire
To childhood dreams.
You set borders,
To turn hugs in fears.
You reclaim space
In your lonely place.
You claim kindess
But step on respect.
You value your life
Like a market good
The more you raise your price
The more you lose love.
Poor boy, has nobody told you
Everyone will die someday?
So why are you dying every day?
Haven’t you told me you had chosen life?
To be alive, you need to learn
To undie.