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anger, change, dreams, empty, hardships, healing, heartbreak, hurt, love, poem, poet, poetry, prisoner, spokenword
I was once a prisoner of war
Except my walls were veined and crimson red
Shackled, I lived here –
Listening to the depletion of my heart
Surrounded by this maximum security of my mind
Pleading for freedom – yet, the pleas never ran past my tongue
Because I…..wanted to be here.
You see-
My prison was you
My mental was you
And every day the same schedule was you
I ate from you
I worked for you
I stood behind these bars for you
These shackles were you
My yearning for freedom could only be…
By you…
You see-
I needed you to be free
The only crime I committed was loving you
Murdering my love of self
And…
And…
You tortured me with your whips of false hope
Brutalized my dreams by brainwashing my desires
Stripped me of sanity by opening up older wounds
Leaving me…bare and bruised
Bare and bruised…
Bare…
Bruised…
Scarred…
You needed my secrets
So you weakened me
Turning my love for love into an enemy
You needed my secrets
So you weakened me…
Then set me free…