Freedom from the shackles of my feelings for you and your feelings for I.
Freedom from the ‘I love you’s’ and the ‘you love me’s’.
No more laying together naked in bed tracing the intricate details of our personalities,
Time and time again, I have tried to get rid of you but after 8 years, you became a part of me –
An accessory, so necessary but rare.
Often forgotten but often used.
If I didn’t call you, I didn’t need you.
But often times, I needed you although I didn’t send for you.
When my *** was swollen, I’d call for you to ****** me with your intimacy without *******.
When my heart was bleeding, I’d send for you to put me back together.
When I was in equilibrium, you brought the balance.
You had the most amazing talents –
But in the same breath, you could wreck havoc.
Therefore, freedom became my only option.
Freed from being trapped by our love, our pain, our lies, our fear of being alone.
Because loving you wasn’t enough for me to step down from my throne and deny myself the love you thought you owned