Miles And Miles And Miles Poem by Delilah Miller

This is the last of our nights.
On of the last nights you'll ever ruin.
You've seen that I was never too far.
The closer you came,
I wanted always the same,
always wanted miles,
and miles and miles
and miles
away from your bedroom bar
and the words 'a man's rights'

You made me into a war zone.
Now, my head is up while I am
Still grabbing friends' hands
and still sacred of losing,
I am choosing.
Dead in my soul, you're a weight to bear
across the miles, miles
and miles and miles.
In many different places I will stand,
your voice is only an echo; I will be free, alone.