moving on

i miss his touch
i miss his voice
i miss the way he'd hold me close
i loved to listen to the beating of his simple heart
i love his hair and deep blue eyes
and how he'd comfort me
i love the way he'd listen and wipe my tears away
he'd hold my hand and squeeze it tight
make me feel important
but one day he just up and changed
he threw me in the gutter
he turned so mean and grew so cruel
treating me like a possession
making me an object
always trying to control
i wanted just a bit of space
now i have all the space in the world
it hurts so much i scream and ache
what have i done what have i done
agreed to all this pain
i should have fought i should have fought
fought for what i wanted
my heart, it aches
but soon will heal
so i can put it in a cage
i never want to feel again
after pleasure comes the pain
maybe this was for the best
a lesson to be learned
i will not shed another tear
for i am bigger
i am stronger