P. S. I Wrote This

The more I see it, the more I think of my flaws, Is it a scar that I draw? The idea of being perfect amazes me; I wonder how girls are so carefree? Sometimes I wonder if it's beautiful, Or is my work of art pitiful? The way I see it makes me ashamed. Who are the ones to be blamed?

He stood there, With a smile on his face. His smile was full of life, It made my world so bright. His smile gave me comfort, In that moment, I realised this was home - he was home. At night, I was snuggled against him, His breathing was slow. I was at peace Out of every place I'd ever been to - every home I'd ever lived in, He was by far my favourite, This was home - He was home. With him by my side, I didn't want anything else. He was my peace He was my person - my light He was my sanity He was my knight in the dark He was my home.

Your soul was holding me hostage, I was afraid you'd go on a rampage. You have been my captor for a few years now, Tell me your intentions and decisions somehow. The whispers in my mind don't allow me to live. There's so much to say but nothing to give. I want to find a comfort of home in your arms; But I am not sure, What If you'll cause me harm? My mind always searches for the actual ME, But my heart never allows me to be free. You are my captor  and I am your hostage, Tell me when I will be free from your cage?