Freedom

One day I got freed. I got myself unchained when I woke up and picked my heart up from the dirt. And ran. Since then I love being Free.

Free from the thought that had captured my mind and bewitched my heart. Free from the aroma of you being there. Free from the time ticking away moments of solitude in your gracious company. Free from nothing that bothers me. Free enough when it aches a little less. Free from the early morning texts. Free from the late night sex. Free from feeling ignored by someone. Free from being a keen attention of someone. Free from feeling insecure. Free from staying secured. Free from being a clingy nut. Free from staying as a private possession. Free from those painful worries. Free enough to cherish bitter memories. Free from the clichéd tag. Free to parade as a stag. Free from the promises that we traded. Free from all sorts of emphatic morals. Free from the chained edges. Free from sick grudges. Free from truths wrapped in lies and more lies. Free from the emotional addiction. Now I am free enough to embrace your absence. Free to keep my love for myself.

You’re free to stay gone because I’m just fine without you. I more than enjoy my relationship with freedom.