You’ve asked me to write you a poem,
But it seems that I have lost my words.
There’s been a disruption in the flow of my ink.
I need to get out of here and go somewhere where I can clear my mind,
But you see,
I am tied down to this house where I get flashbacks of my past,
Angry outbursts and drunken rages fill my mind.
You said to tell you how to comfort me so here it is
Come and break my chains,
Let’s run away together to the ocean where we can watch the sun set and rise.
Just you and me.