⪻Poem #14⪼
Like thorns squeezing my heart,
Scarlet blood drip and with every drop,
It burns, and my whole body is scald,
Your love is a dangerous poison I take.
Everyday, it is like this
I'm torn and twisted by my words,
Not wanting to obey, but ended up in doing so,
I want to free myself, fly high and be who I am,
Yet, I'm afraid to let you go,
You were once my only shelter.
If freeing myself would mean leaving you,
Would I go?
If freeing myself would mean running from you,
Would I run?
If freeing myself would mean letting you die,
Would I try?
We were once destined to be together
But not as a fairytale
It is a story made not from heaven,
Absolutely made from hell.
I need to run, to fly, to be who I am
Though you wouldn't let me try,
Is this how it will forever be
Till the moment I die?
