It is but reality, I whisper to my being,
No more than a nightmare, but no less than the truth,
Hopelessness made a puppet out of me, and frustration found it entertaining.
I couldn’t escape, regardless of how fast I ran, how far, or who I begged for help.
I could not **** him, not because I loved him, but because he refused to die,
even after stabbing him more than once, he would not give me peace.
That is all I wanted, peace.
How can something so false, trick me so easily.
In a way, I knew that it was not real, but then again, I could not wake myself up.
It is what I was afraid my marriage would become, a marriage that would bring death to me.
That is why I refuse to date; I am alright with the butterflies remaining in their cage,
but I do not want to take their spot.
I do not want my tears of happiness to become tears of sadness.
I do not want those kisses on my neck to become blue and black.