I was her,dancing around him in a tip toe love.
be careful what i said, be careful what I did –
hiding like I wasn’t free.
I used to be afraid, isolated, controlled.
I was stuck with no way out
in something I thought was real.
caged in these walls with bars on the windows,
he smothered me,
suffocated my rights, strangled my heart.
I was her.
afraid of his rage.
dancing around him in a tip toe love.
bruises on my body, shutting his wrongs out-
overlooking them as if apologies were validation.
I was her. running on egg shells-
but I put my feet down,
and it echoed..