Control

I hate it.
How you control me
Even now, we're done.

Gone.

Finished.

And yet you still
Have control
Of
My
Actions.

My words.

Short and sweet.

They never betray you
For you control me.

I hate it.

I'm finished.

I need to move on.
I've burned your crap,
Turned it to ashes

Dust.

Gone.

Yet you still control me
You make new friendships hard
Dating, harder.

You're gone.

I'm finished.

Time
To
Move
On