I dance around your demands,
hoping to squeeze in my own wants,
for I know if I breach your lines,
you’ll threaten me with your trusty old tactics,
hoping to take away the means,
with which I build my life.
Whether these threats are empty,
only time will tell.
But my mind is too tired to calculate
the next move which shall soothe you,
so let me break the paradigm.
Let me test my own willpower,
while you retreat to your set of laid-out commands.
Let me test my own freedom,
question the narrative
of the outside world shunning me.
Let me build my own world,
outside the walls you have built for me.
I have your unwavering support one day,
the next, it is gone.
Well, I’ll have to manage without it,
so it seems from now on.
Let me test if my love,
can fill where yours took hold.
It might not fill the void,
but it will help me go on.
On and on, until you are just a story
A story that my mind replays,
when it winds up the good, old memories.
Well, stories can change so will mine
each time I think of you.
Even when my mind will layer it thick with hope,
of you loving the way I craved,
I will not retreat my steps,
for even though, stories can change,
I know you never will.
My mind plays tricks on me,
to escape of its insecurities
when it views the flawed, incomplete world as whole.
But I won’t repeat my mistakes again,
and I won’t let you threaten me again,
to take away the things you have lent me
or,
my very own identity.