Eliza's Story

I don’t want you anymore


You want a sunken face and only straight A’s, You want Seroquel and deluded days. You want children’s clothes and a fractured heart, You want long blacks and voiceless art. I don’t want you anymore. You need to be okay and feel less alone, You need to be safe and never fully grown. You need to be right when often you’re wrong, You need a reason for it all and to belong. And sweetheart I need that too. One day I’ll walk away, From your stranglehold. And I will be okay, And I won’t feel so cold. Walk away with my brain intact and my thighs rubbing together – oh, it will be fruitful.