From where I stood, I thought I would go farther...
I thought in my escape, I would shed the skin of my former self.
I thought, for sure, that his hold on me would weaken,
And I would be better at last.
That I would be more than just okay--for once.
But still, his presence catches my by surprise,
Runs me down and envelopes me,
Holds me tight and squeezes my heart.
And all I want is to curl up and cry.
Cry for every caress he gives me,
Cry for not being able to outrun him,
Cry for me--
I want to cry and wallow.
But crying is not an option.
I have no more tears
