Set M. ⋅

I release you from me, from my bad temper, from Sunday afternoons where I can't even and the hatred to my birthdays. I release you from my disappointment, your karma, my novelties, from the contradiction that I represent. I release you from my calls that you know sound of self-pity, from my entanglements, from my loose, tangled hair. I release you from my consciousness, from the fall, the arrival and my inevitable flight. I leave you free to leave me, so you can see me from afar and love me less