My ex is curled up in a corner on my heart like a fetus in a womb. My heart Continuously pumps life to her and the connection that we have to one another. The fabric of the umbilical cord consists of the promises I made to never forget, never stop loving and always make room for her. But Im ready to carry a new baby. And it’s begging for more room to grow, to move, to fill me with its love. It wants me to abort its unfortunate neighbor. I’ve been holding this baby past it’s due date and its time to let go. Cut the umbilical cord and create greater space in my womb. Have to learn to be vulnerable in a way that I never have been before. And that scares me.