What got you good riddance,
Freedom from me , even if it meant melting me,
Love flowed and fire was poured the poison in your words burnt my soul.
Now you maybe free ,
Finally got rid of me .
But I'm fighting with my own self
Or shall I say skin because you called it stained,
It was beautiful until it was maimed.
At least you got good riddance,
But it jumbled my head
You thought I let it go,
but part of it remained.
