I guess you could call it broken blue bells

I am not bound to that old bed frame anymore or the sound of water squishing in and out your teeth.
I am not bound anymore to be touched how I don't care to , my arse , my legs , my feet mine to take defeat.
I am not bound by that love anymore , it's left the shore and found some moody blues.
I am far from here.
I am far from you.
My longing gone into broken tissues , my heart ridiculed and mocked in heating masturbation.
What's pleasure , when I never desired such a dirty touch , give me my sanity is that too much.
I leave unplotted and unkind.
I leave my past behind.