My body is my own,
Not for you to idly touch.
My love for you has grown,
Though I want it not as much.
My words are bold, and they are clear
They are not yours to twist.
My space is precious, don't get near,
Not after you did this.
You took my hand, and wouldn't quit
And then you found my heart
You claimed it, owned it,
Though it was never yours to guard.
You poisoned me and the air I breathe,
And changed my point of view.
Said there was never me, only we,
Though it never applied to you.
You ran around, took my soul
And never as loyal as I.
I loved you, you loved gold
And never cared when I cried.
When I realised what you'd done
I ran and left you raging.
You would scream, say it was love,
But I went and left you hanging.
I don't regret a single thing
Except ever meeting your eyes
They pulled me in, you would win
And so began the lies.
So forget you, you don't define
My past or what will be,
I am me, I am mine
I am not yours to keep.
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Be strong, be you.
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