freedom

You taught me to live at the edge

All the time to be afraid

Fear became my friend

He just stared at fate

You returned to me in many forms

Gentle but cruel

Exacerbating but lost

Love bombing but consuming 

Gentle but childish

I let you go

You are free from me

As I was never yours to slave

Fly away

Wounded bird

Turned into a cruel hawke by dispair

Loneliness is the way