eireann

When someone goes through what I've been through-- its like I revisit everything.
past feelings- new poems.
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And when we lived you say you slowly died and sank your all into me...
and now we are standing at this brink and you want only to be free.
Darling, this emancipation is my own.
Freedom- freedom from late night pizza and your favorite tv shows?
freedom from laughter and love poems?
no, my love, this freedom is my own.
So sick I dance so sick I fall I never understood who I thought you were at all and no sick promises of forever will ever taint my eyes and my soul will rise above this pain in six short days I will be my own again-
no, darling, this emancipation is my own.
freedom from late night phone calls drunk epiphanies of yours old motel rooms roaming ever so far from my home-
no darling, this freedom is mine and mine alone.
this betrayal is far more than you betraying me it has been 4 years of betraying my soul-
sweet release such a waste of time such a loss of life and now my tears may come but the well has already been dry-
this freedom is undesired, but it is mine.
Freedom from lies and lives not mine. Freedom from your dreams instead of mine. Freedom from your inability to look me in the eyes-
you may think this is your freedom
you were my prison and now my absence will make you your own prison-
this dismissal- this freedom- this emancipation- this great divorce-
is my own.