Liberation

When my boyfriend broke up with me..

Liberation

The sour breath of our parting sorrow
Engulfs my concealed desire for you.
No longer able to retain our love,
Letting the memory deteriorate.

A year, almost two, our hearts were entwined
Prospering on our sheer pleasure and want.
Your weakness prevailed when you refused,
Your feelings recede and disintegrate.

This prison of solitude I’m kept in:
I know I will learn to escape it.
I’m already finding ways to get out
And be rid of your memories forever.

When I do escape, it won’t be in vain.
You brought with you your hate of commitment.
You are weak souled, you are weak of mind.
I will chase you no longer, I am free.