It used to upset me.
I was hung up on him;
putting on my best self, watching as he watched me
from his safe place, in awe of everything I was,
skirting towards the edges of himself
only to retreat to his self-dug hole.
But the truth is,
I could have shown him things and places and feelings
he could never begin to dream,
all within the comfort of his own four walls
and he knew it.
But he didn’t let me in.
And I continue in my freedom, dancing and laughing
and loving fearlessly
whilst he misses out on the places he can barely see
from his self-built prison.
See, it used to upset me.
Until I realised I was the free one.