When we were in bed together,
I could swear you were saving my life.
Your arms were wrapped around me,
and as you pulled me into your chest,
I felt you setting me free.
Unlike skipping class,
drinking until I lose all balance,
or fucking until I can’t feel my face-
I was set free.
I cried over my pain,
and you cried,
for MY pain.
… But did I set YOU free?
In my most honest moment,
vulnerable and naked,
I was hoping to inspire,
…but you never called back.
And now,
I’m caged up again.
Even my most honest moment
was half a fraud.