Soul Scissors

In healing all that I am, I’ve cracked open that space where you were living. 

I can feel you. it sucks. 

It was many lives ago, but I close my eyes and you still feel like home. 

You been visiting in my sleep lately- 4 nights in a row. you’re still an asshole. 

But the way you feel. I can’t shake it. 

You’re in my bones, stuck inside my root Chakra. 

I’ve tried it all. Rationalize, Affirm-ize, Exorcise. But it’s a soul thing and I can’t seems to cut our soul string. 

10 years later, and my heart strings are still tangled up in you. 

Come home to me. Or let me be. Can’t find scissors sharp enough to cut you out of me.