Not Again Poem by Can I Live?

crying for answers
to unsolved questions
about you

curious as hell
as to why, when I go home
I think of you at night

control is the worst
word in the English language
and I hate it so much

for fear of loving
you over myself,
I am controlled

for fear of coming back
to what I knew...
can't go back there

I can't let myself
be broken again
be controlled again

not by love
only myself
only me