Betrayal

Why has it taken me so long to see this?
I am  exquisite, powerful, fragile, priceless
Not to be used, exploited, abused
- for any reason

Call it Love that gives you license
to impose uncontrollable sexual yearnings
those clandestine evenings,
when Madam turned away

Or a mental disorder that has you running
like a chicken, hot and cold,
changing positions and allegiances endlessly

For fear of ...?

And that now you distance yourself
from the liability of...
me?
my words...
my rage ...
my heart ...

You.
After all we dreamed
and shared.

No.

I am a package, take me whole,
I am wild, uncontrollable, yes
I have flaws, huge gaping holes
in my perfection, they flow from my virtues.

I am too smart - too generous - too tender - all seeing
I am more than you can coneive or handle yes
and i have defended, fought
for you.
I
Died
For
You.

Now I am buried,
reflect on your "valour"
regret that in my final hour

you saved yourself when
with a breath
you could have saved me.

Alone, still in their chains
what good was self service to you?

You lick your wounds, mouthe "sorry"
when with foresight
you could have stood with me

You would have Freedom

and me
in your arms till eternity.