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poem of reflection of a bad relationship |
I thought I could be all that you wanted me to be. The woman you could come home to that you loved deeply beyond distance. I thought I could be the one who's salve healed all your broken bits. I thought I could be all that you needed me to be. I was wrong. There was more of me that you wanted. The more you wanted, the more of me I started to lose. The more I gave the less you loved of me. The more you tried to control, the farther away I slipped. I thought I could be the "Ride or Die" you seemed to need. Then I realized the Ride would take me to the Die. I died a little each time you accused me of all the things you were doing. I stepped closer to the door each time I had to utter. "Dont call me a whore!" when you wanted to fuck me because you no longer made love to me. I thought I could be meek and mild submissive and loved. I woke up from that dream. I am wild not to be tamed I have a voice I'll never again yield. I have muscles built for strength you'll never understand. I thought I could be the 2nd in your lead. I am not meant for following. I'll walk be side holding a hand but never behind. I'll enjoy my walk alone If need be. I thought I could be But I am happy to discover I could not be because then I wouldn't know this new me. |