Untitled 18-4-05

You don't know what you can say
To pacify my aggression
Thinking of the right words
To tell me what I want to hear
And not what you truly feel.

If this isn't what you really want
I'll let you go your way
Just say the word, no more lies
And you'll be off the hook
You couldn't help me anyway.

I'm not afraid to face this alone
Without your ghost beside me
Close my eyes and take a chance
I have nothing more to lose
You already stole everything I had.

I won't forget the way we used to be
Every scar you left behind
Is like a red ribbon on my finger
And another reason to die
But I won't let you win this time.

You've finally lost your hold on me
I'm no longer your chattel
No more promises of a happy ending
To cloud and sway my decision
I can now see through your deception.

- 18/April/2005


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I think I wrote this after listening to one of my friends talking about her problems with her ex-boyfriend. I don't know if she ever realised that this poem was about her (though I suppose it's so loosely based on her problems that it's probably not even really about her per se).
When I showed this to my friends the question I was most frequently asked was, "what's chattel?" -_-;

chattel = (law) a movable article of personal property; a slave.