Moving Day

A sonnet

(Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash)

My soul is lost, does that make you happy,
a broken will to match a broken heart?
Soon you’ll slink back and swear that you’re sorry…
How many times must you tear me apart?

Each time you look at me with eyes of lust
I lose all sight of who I really am,
yet I close my eyes and pretend to trust
knowing inside that you don’t give a damn.

Wasn’t it enough to destroy my dreams,
to make me feel I’d never be enough?
I felt guilty for having basic needs,
I’ve come to realize that that’s not real love.

I’ve let you hold me back for far too long
it’s well past time now that I move on.