I’m done with being strong.

I’m done with holding out.

I don’t care anymore if I’m the one who gives in.

You want the power, and you can have it.

Because it doesn’t matter to me anymore.

I am completely powerless, and, for the first time, I’m okay with it.

Because what I feel is also out of my power, out of my control.

A force has entangled me in its vines,

completely wrapped itself around me,

and, despite my pleas, continues to tighten its grip.

Unfair to all parties,

unrealistic on all accounts,

reason has ceased to be of import.

Because for once I’m listening to something other than my head.

For once I’m saying fuck you to reason and rationale.

For once I’m listening to something I should have been listening to all along,

my heart.