this was never what i thought domestic life meant

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i was caged up.
like some kind of beast.
nowhere to go,
only could i make myself as small as possible in the hope that i could somehow change her mind
that i was not worth the fight and that she should set me free
she did not.

oh but i still found a way to be a deer caught in the headlights,
though the car that blinded me was masked as another like myself
i believed i was the one hindering her.
in the end i did not know who or what i was.

this story has no true ending, only emotions that have outlasted the others.
i still do not know what watches me from the mirror.

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