The past never is polite
It only makes you think it's leaving
But it always finds a door
To sneak back through
I have once again made my bed
And for once
There is nothing keeping me from lying in it
And I find relief in a new pattern
Different from the one you gave me
The maze with no ending
The puzzle pieces you hid from me
Victimized for your pleasure
And degraded due to my vulnerabilities
But I have escaped
And he will never use my own mind against me
Like you did
He will never pin me against a wall
And then ask me to forget
That that wall existed altogether
And as I wait for the one who loves me
In the realm where he rests
I notice the scars
That were by my own hand
But were inspired by you
And I am overjoyed that their meaning
Has become so vague
And that a representation of my pain
Has become merely
A part of the scenery