She enjoyed tearing me apart
A puppet for all to see
Pulling on the strings of my heart
Until the sharp hooks tore free
My love bled out over the tears
Finally liberated, but at what cost?
Free to hate and mourn all those years
Tethered to her with a life forever lost.
But how can I live,
Hating my captor?
A life she’d still give.
Another chapter.
Did I crawl back to her?
A story I never will tell.
I’m like a cat to purr,
When home is a familiar hell.
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