My mind refers to you now as a plunderer
For one who takes what isn't freely given
Surely is a thief
And while I smiled while you took what you took
I did protest, though not vehemently
Yet softly, as is my nature
And quietly, as is yours, you stole
My ability to trust, my belief in honesty
I had just relearned those qualities
In one silent but grand gesture
you both instilled
and refuted my belief in fairytales
Though you shed a light
on a part of me long time dead
and brought her back to life
gratefully so, looking back, the cost,
i think, is higher than I was willing
To sacrifice , had I been offered the choice
Of course, you kept
saying I could walk away
not implying what staying would signify
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
My mind refers to you now as a plunderer
For one who takes what isn't freely given
Surely is a thief
And while I smiled while you took what you took
I did protest, though not vehemently
Yet softly, as is my nature
And quietly, as is yours, you stole
My ability to trust, my belief in honesty
I had just relearned those qualities
In one silent but grand gesture
you both instilled
and refuted my belief in fairytales
Though you shed a light
on a part of me long time dead
and brought her back to life
gratefully so, looking back, the cost,
i think, is higher than I was willing
To sacrifice , had I been offered the choice
Of course, you kept
saying I could walk away
not implying what staying would signify
Written for B.
