Breaking Free Poem by John Sensele

Pour on me a little love if you don't mind
My heart steers away from trouble when I can
Managing to tone down fantasies of the kind
That mars and scars my best thought out plan.

Don't give me that talking eye
If you mean well for my stability
Steering away from telling me the blue lie
You utter with so much clarity and ability.

Works well for me when I see the last of you
Ridding my life of the pain you've come to signify
When because of you I suffer nightmares anew
Although your lies and sties I labour to nullify.

My life breathes a sigh of relief
Since your memories die one by one
Leaving me to sob no more in my handkerchief
Because my fantastic freedom I've eventually won.