You made me a noose

You made me a noose,
Fashioned with knowledge of my weaknesses and vulnerabilities,
And you captured me with it,
Tossed around my neck, like a lasso
Because you knew I would never leave
As long as you were holding onto the rope.

The guilt I've carried is my own noose,
That I made myself as you watched.
It weighs on me,
And it weighs tons.
My body is weak and tired,
But still, there is work to be done.
I've spent so long on this journey...
There is no giving up.

But soon,
I realize...

The pain I carry will always be with me when I'm with you
Because when I try to forget...
You ignite the flame that singes my heart.
You pull on that rope
And it tightens just a little too tight on my neck,
Just to remind me that I am not in control.

Whenever I begin to feel it loosen
And relief flickers in the distance,
You remind me that true relief is unattainable
And you pull harder
So I choke.

You know
You know that my heart won't permit me to leave,
As long as the guilt remains
My heart will long to reconcile
Eternally
And still...
You pull harder

The problem is that I never suffocate
That would be too easy.
So now I muster the courage
To cut myself free from the noose that you so carefully wove for me,
Not to hang myself with,
But to damn myself with

But the rope is cut,
Leaving you...a lonesome cowboy,
Wondering how this could happen because you had the control.
Do you still wonder what went wrong?
I know you will forever wish that you could've done more.

Skin

You are warm and familiar.
Your long, strong arms wrap around me,
like a wool blanket.
I'm engulfed in your affection.
Your love touches me
In many places on my body.
Where our skin meets, our lives touch.
I find myself limp in your arms,
But still weightless because here,
I can forget the pain,
Even the pain you've caused.
I'm strong and my instinct is to fight.
In your arms,
My instincts fleet.
I am not an animal.
I am a woman.
The intimacy...it's real.
You do know me
And love me
And here, with our skin touching,
Felling your skin on mine...
I'm  scared I can't say good-bye.

I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity

It's not wrong to lose you

It's sad,
Losing someone you were close to...
And not the dying loss.
The kind of loss where the person looks the same,
And talks the same,
But you know that somehow,
The person you thought you knew just isn't there.

I think that kind of loss is worse than death.
Because when someone dies, at least you knew them until that moment.
The person you thought you loved can do everything to you.
They lie to you,
Steal from you,
Hurt you,
Cheat on you,
Talk about you...
In ways that you really never imagined that they could.

And still,
You accept it because you love him.
But it's hurting you, so you just
stop...
And it really is sad, just losing that person.

But I know I can be ok...and I will be
But right now,
The tears that stain this page,
They are my sadness and my truth
And it's necessary...
but I will be ok.

I thought you were him, but you're not.

The love of my life will ask me to sing for him.

I praised you for your talents and passions,
While you neglected or critiqued mine.
My beauty goes beyond my body.
My body is beautiful, but it still felt like I wasn't enough.

Because you didn't love the essence of my soul.