PixieLoca
Bluelighter
Okay..So this is a problem of mine. I guess I should be happy that this man loves me so...but well...I'm NOT! I just can't find a happy balance of love and freedom.
He said he would never cut my wings.
That the most beautiful thing about me is my freeness.
Then he said that he loved me.
That he would never let go.
And immediately I became caged.
Although this is more a palace for anyone else,
soft, and filled with lovely things,
It is a cage...
and I am sitting in the corner of it crying.
Afraid to run.
Afraid to stay.
Terrified of being loved.
Of being in love.
My wings tied, my head lowered..
My fearful heart exposed to the world..
It's juice leeking onto his floor.
And all I can do is look up,
hold out my arms,
like a begging child lost on the street,
And cry.
Anyway....that was depressing, but it felt good to write it down.
-)
ixieLoca
He said he would never cut my wings.
That the most beautiful thing about me is my freeness.
Then he said that he loved me.
That he would never let go.
And immediately I became caged.
Although this is more a palace for anyone else,
soft, and filled with lovely things,
It is a cage...
and I am sitting in the corner of it crying.
Afraid to run.
Afraid to stay.
Terrified of being loved.
Of being in love.
My wings tied, my head lowered..
My fearful heart exposed to the world..
It's juice leeking onto his floor.
And all I can do is look up,
hold out my arms,
like a begging child lost on the street,
And cry.
Anyway....that was depressing, but it felt good to write it down.
-)
