It’s starting.

It is true that I am tied to you.

but bound by bone, I am not.

You have not pierced through my marrow

Nor crept up my blood stream

You have yet to purge into my lungs

I do not inhale you.

There is no you, residing in me

It is true that you’ve got me tethered

to you

But into my bones, you have not seeped

Steadfast and true

I will rid myself of you