No, it's not good enough.
To not be known by my own name,
To only be labeled as "your girl",

I contest,
To not have my own freedom,
To have my wings clipped by your need to control,
To not be able to grow or fly,
Tied down by your own insecurities,

No, it's not enough,
To only be an extension of you,
To not have my own friends my own life aside from you,

I detest,
That I bend and kneel to your every whim,
That I am reduced to begging for such simple requests and made to feel like I am asking for 'too much',
Yet, my body has been only a temple baring the scars of our child's labor,
My own dreams dead only to be an extension of YOU,

BUT WHO AM I?
When there is no you,
When you've taken all my resources all my will to be MYSELF.

So, NO..
ITS NOT GOOD ENOUGH,
To not be me any longer,
To sit in silence as you live your own life..
With me,
Without me,
While I fester in the shadow of just being your woman.. your shriveling extension,
A bending branch in the wind cast upon the tree trunk that is you

Even if you didn't die when you did,
In the end I still believe that I would've been your end.
I loved you and I hated you,
But we both know I was the one meant to stay here,
And every night when the moon is full,
You return to haunt me,
Like a shadow clinging to the asphalt

In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy almost dead
Stuck to his skin a melting sleeping bag
Next to his hand a bottle of drown
Drown his sorrows
Drown his ache
Set himself on fire to smother the pain
In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy burned his flesh

Don't ask for my number..
And never call me,
Don't say that you like me,
To never court me,
Don't ask who I am,
Without ever trying to know me,
Don't expect me to open my body,
Just for a smile,
Don't ask for my number,
Just to DM me on social media,
I'm a WOMAN,
Not a child,
Call me like a grown man should,
I'm not temporary like a profile,
Or a password,
I am GROWN,
Not some starstruck prepubescent little girl,
Don't ask for my number,
So you can disappear like my Snapchat threads,
I can turn you from #1..
Straight to 0 when my needs aren't met

Sometimes my wild soul
Misses the outside
Misses the cold
Misses laying on the floor
Hearing the creaking of crickets
Hearing the rustling of leaves
Feeling the cool breeze brush upon my cheeks
Sometimes my wild heart
Misses the danger
Misses the dirt
Misses the feeling of being alone
No one to miss me
No one to kiss me
Only the moonlight gleaming on my skin
Sometimes my wild spirit
Misses the freedom
Misses the non constriction of the walls that I live in
Misses the feeling of hunting for food
Hunting for shelter
Misses the anonymity of being a ghost

I can be the perfect wife but that doesn't mean he'll stay,
I can be the prettiest thing sitting on his lap but that still won't make him MINE,
I can cook and clean and bend over backwards til my spine snaps,
STILL that doesn't mean a thing when he stabs me in the back,
I can be the perfect girl but that isn't what he wants,
He ***** around with the girl he doesn't have to give anything back,
He likes to be a vagabond feeding off every flower's nectar,
I can make his house a home and give him children but what's the point?
At the end of the day I feed the family while he feeds me scraps,
And I'm supposed to be a good girl say "Thank You" and never talk back?
I have learned a very hard lesson in life,
He made me his wife for 10yrs but I'm happier when he is gone,
And I won't stay
I won't ever be wed again,
I'm not willing to sacrifice my freedom for anyone's delight,
And I know you don't like to be alone,
But I won't in misery for your company,
I'm happier ALONE..
I WONT