Hyvasti
Butting heads, locking horns
the difficult child of three
if anyone was causing grief
It was always going to be me,
a stubborn chip
from a stubborn old block
never at ease we two
so I left and made a life for myself
far from the one you knew,
you pushed too hard to tie me down
I went and you felt betrayed,
you never saw my need to go
I could never see why you stayed
Copyright © Unpolished Ink | Year Posted 2025
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