Treasure Island

Elizabeth Tyrrell


He Owns Me


Someone already owns my heart,
There by owning me.

I have no freedom,
He won't let me go.

The only way is for me to die.

It won't matter if he dies,
He'll take my heart with him to hell,
And control me there.

I won't last long with him,
I can't take his shit anymore.

I'm leaving him forever,
Because I don't love him anymore,
And I never will.


~Emily E. Tyrrell~

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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  • Monk E. Biz (5/1/2014 8:02:00 PM)

    The world's greatest lover is right around the corner!
    Get ready, he'll appear when you are not a mourner!

    You write well! (Report) Reply

  • John Westlake (5/1/2014 7:42:00 PM)

    The person this poem refers to does not own you. Nor will they. You are you. Stay strong (Report) Reply

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