to let go after later

One by one things disappear
or fall apart.
One by one as my heart grows heavier
so does my feelings of escape.
As much as I want you here,
running against the wind.
I need you to let go of my hand.

Smile at me.
Release me from this...
comforting bind.
I don't want to cry anymore,
on the inside.
What can I do?
But ask you not to look at me
with those dark eyes,
like unforgiving wells.
Those soft hands,
like pleasant needles against my skin.

I crave for the wings you clipped off.
Fly with me.
Don't look at me with pity.
I am not a child....
I suppose not fully.
Not fully there
Not fully here.
It hurts to say I love you
Do you feel it to?
This suffocating blindness.

This cage i cant say I regret it.
I just wish it was made,
Much later