That one time
When I showed you leaves
You replied
They were birds tied from another age
You held me

My brush strokes carefully planned
Until you came along
With your spirals
Mayhem on the canvas

I always lived passively
Until you made me the victim
From the spectator to protagonist

Nestling me in your lap
Gifting all pains at once
Never disappointing me
Cajoling me into
Taking arrow after arrow
Laced with sweet poison

I always knew the end
You were unaware
Yet walked us to it

Years later I would tell you
And you perhaps
Would say the same
Release me


  1. Your Carefully chosen words
    Meant to elate the heart
    Are dissolving mine
    When you realise the heavy chains are
    Suddenly more dear than freedom
    That's when you say
    Release me


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