I'm rid of men.
I'd rather have paper and pen.
I'd rather my feet planted on ground.
I don't like my head spinning around.

I'm so glad
I've burst this bubble.
All it did was cause me trouble.
Now my eyes see clear the day.
Now I don't get in my way.

I'm so glad
to sleep so sound.
Not tied/not bound
to some romantic notion.
Not weeping oceans
and drowning on dreams.
Serenity instead of screams.

I'm so glad
I kicked the habit.
All the years I tried to grab it.
Clutching and clawing what wasn't mine
only to find he wasn't worthy of me.
Glad to leave a fading memory.