No Strings Attached

And I never had a reason

To let light into my eyes

Never asked for air in my lungs

Weighed down by broken hearts and restless minds

I know there's no love waiting

At the end of stormy days

That's why you'll never see me run to

Step out of the rain

I am made in my own image

There are no strings on me

I've learned how to live in

The spaces between destinations

All the places that are no place at all

Because this life is not a gift, nor a curse,

No blessing and no sickness

I am only until I am, becomes, I was.

I am made in my own image

No cross to bear, no vows to swear

I share my bed with rodents and serpents

I'm more at home with the unwanted

What's done is done.

What dreams may come?

That I may fly without the tethers of love

I am unloved and I am free