Please let her go
You had two good years.
You made her happier than anyone could.
But you don't do that anymore; you haven't for a while.
And you still won't let her be happy with anyone else.
You held her so tight that she grew into you, like a rose
bush wrapping itself around rusty barbed wire
Now she can't let go.
And when I reach for the petals
, my hand comes back scratched and bloodied
She has her own thorns
, she doesn't need your metal tines.
But she can't let go
, and no one can pull her away.