#phycical
You thought I was your dog,
bound by a leash, but even
though it was tight, I knew,
that time is an eventual release.
Pulling on me, etching of
fingerprints collect on a throat,
A painting of painful worded hued
like the leash was cutting deeper.
But even though I never bit back,
I was blighting that which kept us close.
Every time you pulled that leash,
always a moment further away released.
Your love wasn't what it pertained to be,
I was leached from our first kiss.
But now I bark louder as our vows are
scratched out as I walk out unleashed.
I wear the scars of your keeping,
but I don't hide them, I wear them
in pride of never been restrained by
another's need to control my life again
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC