love should not make me feel like I'm grasping a ropeattached to somebody else thats slipping.blisters on my hands and painful irritation because they keep pushing aheaddragging me behind themi would never let go "because they love me". but that is not right my dearthough i struggle to find the words to tell you what love isi can tell you that it is not that.cut the ropemy hands can take it no moreso i wont make my heart keep going I'll keep walking by myself until someone catches up who doesnt have a rope, but a handa hand that is soft and will not rub blisters i wont spend my time looking for this personbecause although i want to explain how this hand feels,i have not found itso until theni will hold my own handbecause i love me.