Resurrection

I should set myself free  
From what he wants me to be.
 
I’m a fool  
Making too many  
Mistakes  
And I wait  
For him  
To respond…  
Tormented by this vice  
Of my own making.  
 
I should release  
Myself the burden  
Of caring  
Of staring  
At my phone  
 
Release myself  
From this man  
Who will never come.    
 
Listen to  
….a pale  
voice in a desperate struggle  
 
(....he doesn’t  
……...want  
...your love…  
……..just enough applause  
from you……..  
……………..to appease  
……his vulnerable ego)  
 
He flourishes because of  
The words of the dead  
The words that he said  
Before he died  
Blooming in the weeds  
I never pulled.  
 
I am not that girl.  
I am not the body  
That soured  
His soul.