Freedom:A collection of poems

Stay?

Should I stay?

Or run and hide?

I wanted to stay

I wanted to stay with him.

I wanted to feel him.

But you see he wasn’t him!

In that moment he was a beast

Not a man

It wasn’t my body he was grasping

It was a mass that I had no control over.

Should I stay?

Or run and hide?

This is the story of my life.

It was no fault of his own,

After all I was broken

I wasn’t the fun he was looking for,

I wanted to be so badly,

But that wasn’t me.

Should I stay?

Or run and hide?

This is the story of my life.

He swept my broken pieces

Up off the floor

He slept on the coach

So I wasn’t scared no more

My face a beet red

How I wanted to hide myself

But I had drunk away the night

For fear I would stay forever

In that dark place

An outline on my body fading

I wanted to feel things

I wanted it to be the same as it was

But when did hot breathing

Turn into histeria

I asked myself

As my tears I held

You can’t asked me why I am ashamed

Without me asking this

Does anyone want a vase that’s been broken and glued back together?

No. No one likes complicated in life

And how that is understated!