Poem # 1122 (When I go)

She didn’t believe I would ever go
She thought her fangs were so deep in my neck
That I would never think for myself
She thought the venom of her ‘love’ was so strong..
for a while it was
for a while I was helpless
Until I realized that love doesn’t make you hate yourself
And even lust doesn’t make you want to destroy yourself
I was just a puppet and she manipulated my heartstrings
But now I’m free of her an on to better things