That one night, I told you I was scared 

"What if I was to fall??"

Yet, you whispered in my ear ever so softly

“But darling what if you were to fly?”


I trusted in your words, but my feet never left the ground.


You clipped my wings and hung them up on a frame.
Beautiful and trapped.
Decaying slowly for your eyes to love for an eternity
And you dare say its my fault for staying,
when I was held hostage from your selfishness. 

You ******* tricked me.
But maybe it was my fault.

The problem with me was I depended on you to love me the way I wanted to love myself. 

But by doing that I never was able to reach to my horizons & find what was needed.

I was only familiar to the grip of your arms holding my wings down.