What are you supposed to be?

A symbol, a sign, something I oversee?

I used to be carefree,

I used to be free,

But, now, I am a prisoner to thee.

I thought you had wanted me.

But no, a distraction is what I’d be.

My vulnerability was not enough, would you agree?

I don’t understand how you can set me free.

The things I would do for you, I was a devotee.

Maybe you didn’t see what I had to offer, in actuality.

Don’t you ever wonder if there’s more?

If there’s someone more meant for you out there?

Head over heels
I stumble and I fall

The silence is deafening
Yet crisp, loud and clear

I like you
But I don’t mean to

I fall
Yet I freeze

In fear,
my eyes tear