Breaking Free Poem by Concetta Salter

Sickness, pure sickness.
It’s what I now feel.
Why did I listen?
Oh why did I deal.?

Your lies wouldn’t cease.
Why’d it take me so long?
Why’d I ever believe,
That I did something wrong?

A liars a liar.
And that’s what you are.
You sit and conspire,
On how to break hearts.

Your plan didn’t work though.
My heart didn’t break.
So why don’t you go,
Lick your wounds far away.

Seek out new prey.
Maybe use some new bait.
For me it’s to late.
I’ve already escaped.

I’ll take what I have now,
A heart still intact.
I’ll break through the clouds,
You have made in the past.

How foolish I was,
To believe you a friend.
I’m glad that where done.
Yeah, I’m glad it’s the end.