For these 7 months, I withheld
Under your control for only time could tell
Too scared to speak, too scared to see
Into your eyes where your lies speak.
How I shudder by the sound of your voice
How I cringe by the way you would touch me
I just sat there as if I didn’t have a choice.
Encourage me that this is the norm
Compliment me on how my skin was warm.
A 41-year-old man with a little boy brain
Who should have known better than to keep me constrained
You know where I go, you know where I hide
Endeavor to groom me into your bride
And that sixth-sense feeling in the pit of my stomach
That desire for freedom
And how I won’t let you be another reason why.