Oh! Free at last.
Just as I wished.
Ripped off, by a pirate's mate and an old part of me.
A part of me that was there, wrapped on my finger long before you tied yourself around my wrist.
Though, free as I may be,
I miss your looks.
I miss your lips.
I wish I could be comfortable.
I wish I could linger.
Though it was no longer,
and its always warm to look back,
though frigid as I mostly felt.
So free as I am, free from your grip,
your eyes seem imprinted in my skull and I can't help but compare.
but I've let you go from me,
and we are free.
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