Fly free

[Kariah]

I would have given you the world yet you could not commit,
I would have worshipped you yet you wouldn’t omit,
You ignored me, left me alone,
When I tried to get to you I would have being tormented with your shouting,

You said you wanted me yet you pushed me away,
Said you loved me then carried on breaking my heart,
Didn’t even fight when you knew all could be lost,

I loved you, adored you, praised the ground you walked on,
Yet you trod on me and it filled me with despair,
I needed to be loved; I needed the contact, the affection that I didn’t get,

You say you’d have done anything for me yet you kept me hidden,
You knew this pained me, ripped into my heart,
You were ashamed, afraid,
I was your dirty little secret,

But my soul is winged, like the bird aloft,
I needed to be set free, to fly, to be shown to the world,
Not to be caged as I was kept,
This anguish, this depression, too much,
I had to escape, find a way to fly,

Then I met another, not embarrassed, not ashamed,
But proud and committed,
One who would show me the world,
A new owner, a new beginning, a way to escape the old,

Yet I hung on to see if my owner would let me free, fight for me,
Nay, the rejection grew, my painful regret,
My choice was made; you are the one who paid,

I would have given you my soul but it was pushed away,
So I took flight, maybe it was cruel but you noticed not, until it was too late,
Tis why your heart grates,
To know you could have held on,
Now I’m gone,

I give you my time,
I still care, but not in the way you wish,
I did once but now it is no more,

My heart has been given to another,
You cannot get it back off me for I am not in possession of it,
One who pulls me in rather than push me away,
One who adores me and worships me, as I do him,
One who lets this bird fly free.

[StockholmSyndrome]

That's not a poem, it's a statement. Try finding a less blatant way to express it.

[Kariah]

actually it was a poetic reply to the last poem about me that Andy wrote which was blatently about me because my name was on the end of it. We discussed them afterwards and we both understood. This was before I stopped talking to him.