Mother always knows best*
the one thing you could do
better than anyone
was make me doubt myself.
love, that terrible curse;
is freedom really so important?
some people trap themselves;
i would know, i'm one.
you can never truly be free,
not in love.

love traps-
choices, you must choose,
choose me? i understand now
why you left - it wasn't me.
there is so much in the world, you said;
you left.

freedom is when there is no one.
freedom is when you stand
naked
in the woods
alone
and you SCREAM
and there are no obligations
just you and the bare ******* earth;
and you pick up some leaves -
damp, they stick to you like a second skin -
and you eat them,
one by one.
and they taste
exactly like freedom would;
if it existed.