Out of control…

Oh that fucking clarity in him

when everything is up to me

to stay, to leave, to breed…

Oh that fucking calmness

when I scream, run, weep

to blurt out my insecurities..

The only thing he wants to force

upon me he says, is to live

to not die…

The perfect him

who gave me a choice

who made me who I am

Much more than Atticus clan

to be whoever

when he continued to

love..intimidates me

which made me run

to mediocrity where

I felt in control…

Alas! now, out of control…

 

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