I decide where to lead myself
If you have left me alone
Then I will go where I am not
I will decide my own happiness
Even if that means that you
Are no longer a part of it
It pains me to say
That you were my love
My dear and my joy
For awhile and I loved
The warmth of your arms
Wrapped around me
But when words spill
Words that are like bombs
Then I realize I need to leave
And find my own path some other way
About the Creator
Quinn Changus
poet and author trying to write down my thoughts and experiences
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