Don’t cling to me.
I can’t stand being smothered by your love.
I must stay free
To come and go – free to shift and move.
Don’t ask for more.
I do not have the wherewithal to give
Undying love.
Commitment makes me feel like a captive.
Don’t cling to me.
If you insist on holding me too tight,
I’ll have to leave.
In liberty is where I find delight.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Love this
Thank you. Of course, I don’t really feel this way about love, but I just had a moment of whimsy when I saw the prompt.
Still a cool poem
Don’t worry it’s obvious that you could never be that kind of person!
Thanks, Gilly. I was just a little concerned that readers who were new and didn’t know me might wonder.