being free

being free is something love hasnt touched
you wanted out and a feeling just clutched

like i was thrown in a cage with sharks
the journey weve made left marks

you say being free means having a life
but were you thinking when you asked for a wife

i left you for the reasons i cant explain
but i came back only to get some more pain

the phone calls i made were to hold onto us
you came looking when i left on a bus

you said we could be friends and nothing more
come to find out you were fucking a whore

my heart cracked like the liberty bell
when i look back it all was so swell

the first time we kissed was like heaven on ice
i wrote in my journal with all my heart bryce

and the talks that we had were deep with emotion
now i feel like im drowning in the middle of the ocean

i told you about my rape and you helped me through
only to find it was all about you

we skipped our last dance to make love in the night
i was determined to keep you but love come with fright

the poems i write like the one you read here
cannot be made with out shedding a tear

i cant take this going back and forth for sex
ive changed im nothing any one expects...