If you loved me…

 

I’m tired of your: “if you loved me...”

Four words, you use, to chain me in guilt,

Prisoner to your whims and tainted love.

 

If only you’d let go long enough,

To let me think for myself

And show on my own,

A way to love

That doesn’t reduce me to my knees

In confused captivity…

 

Unsure why I’m in this,

Trapped in empty wondering

Of what to do to please you

And who I am to me.