Walking Through the Cloisters by Satish Reginald

Each time she abuses my trust
or bites me with me her words
I act as though I’m cut,
I pretend as if I’m hurt.

But I smile inside because I know
those are more reason I won’t
feel obliged as hers to hold
or feel guilty if I ever go.

So she can scream at me,
lie and steal from me,
she can gnaw her teeth at me.
I’d like it most if she cheats on me.

While I wait for the perfect moment
to say she sent me off of the edge.
But deep down I’ll know that
her harm set me free instead.

 

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