So It Goes.

You have left me in a place  
Where I feel as if I cannot  
Move forward without you.  
You have left me to believe  
That I am a bitch when I  
Express my emotions  
And I am manipulative  
When I speak freely.  
Where passivity was  
Welcomed so I could  
Blend in with the furniture.  
Pretty. Practical. Used.  
You have left me in a  
Place that I never committed  
To be in, but I was expected  
To stay.  
 
And now my rage has surfaced.  
Now I decide to be chief of my own self.  
Go ahead and throw your flaming darts  
Of self diagnosed injustice  
And set your traps of pity and defence.  
I have no ears to hear your war cries and enough self respect to not respond to your smoke signals.  
My heart will not be cold or impersonal, neither will I allow it to be surround by things that are.  
Things that you have caused me to believe that I am. I am warm.  
And I am ready to kiss one who doesn't turn my lips to ice and my breath to vapour.  
I am ready to be caressed and not clutched.  
I am ready to be a warrior for my own cause, even if it means combating alone,  
Not only being banished, but branded bitch and betrayer. You no longer hold the conch shell, nor do you possess any word that can pierce me.  
That's what you always only ever had:  
Words.  
And to hunt me takes an action.  
So it goes.